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POEM

What is a poem?
A poem is something you hold
something you fold
into a bird
into an airplane
into a sword
into gold.
A poem is old.
It is new,
like the dew.
A poem is work,
a poem is play,
earth and sea,
night and day.
A poem can be
ten thousand lines
or just one vine.
A novel’s a poem,
a play
or whatever you say
if I may.
A poem must be incurably gay
must be queer
to make you fear
for your soul.
It is also bait,
it is straight
from the horse’s mouth.
A poem is your sleeping wife,
your sleeping husband,
your sleeping son,
your sleeping daughter.
your sleeping night,
your inner light.
A poem is something you hold.

MW April 2019

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