Solidago (this poem wears a disguise) (a poem)

An oblique perspective.

I gave up trying
to record every single word

It wasn’t that I couldn’t
keep up with the deluge
or understand what you were saying
or form the words quickly enough
to include them in my inner monologue

Maybe it was those things
Maybe it was all of those things

Maybe you were the collateral damage
of my total defeat
at the hands of a common enemy
whose endgame is well known
but whose strategy is never used twice
except to the extent that
it relishes symmetry and coincidence
and the limits of probability

Maybe I was just tired

So now I place markers
next to each square
fully intending to follow the trail back someday
until I make it far enough
to know what I missed

(5 March 2020)



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