I hear
A blower blowing
Leaves somewhere
But that’s not
Interesting enough
A car
Pushing its motor
Up the hill
But that’s not
Either
Just sounds
Everyone
Has already heard
I’ve got to
Make it mean
Something
At least that’s
What my editor said
In reply
To my poems
About what comes
And how it comes
To my senses
And that’s it
What more
Is there?
The rest
We make up
So why not give them
Some
Of what’s really there
And let you
Make up the rest
The blower’s blowing
There
Do you give a damn?
No?
Well, then go lie down
Try to have a nap
In the middle of the day
On a Thursday
When the city outside
Is still sounding
And hear what you will
And then you won’t
Need me anymore
September 02, 2021 at 04:26PM