ARS POETICA
This poem answers
underwater. Bubbles
of misunderstanding
rush to the surface
and pop. The sound
they make is inaudible,
like words
submerged in wet.
Nothing can cleanse
a poem of its meaning
as it takes another
running stab at being.
A moon should not
be but shine.
Friday, December 23, 2011
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