Bookstore Poem #521

Tonight’s reading (It’s About Time, at the Ballard library) was the first one I had been to in what feels like forever. I wrote lots of new poems during; this is one of the couple that I liked…

Ingredients too short
to reach the full flavour
they were promised

Convolution calls hesitation to prayer
it responds as expected

Silence waits
voicing no complaint

The title takes the words to heart
stretches as though it just woke up
and surrenders to the head rush

(14 March 2019)


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