January 16, 2018

That Poem,

It’s the ones that,
are difficult that,
demand to be
uncovered and found.

It’s not the writer that,
does this work that,
we call poetry.

but the observant viewer that,
is patient enough to wait for that,
big reveal.

And like that,
putrid flower in a jungle that,
blooms once a century

We hope that,
he chooses to share his experience(s).

For what its worth,
I chickened out on this one
and went with cute
instead of wrestling
with the weight
in my heart.

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