Sunday, February 27, 2022

Illusive Lantern

When you write 
Poetry, they ask me 
 
Do you do it 
In the morning,
 
At noon or night? 
And does it make 
 
Any difference 
As long as you 
 
Do it right? All I can say is 
I’ve spent most 
 
Of my life, right or wrong, 
Looking askance 
 
At that slant glint 
Of piercing light, still 
 
Waiting for the first sign 
I was right. 
 
 

 

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