by
Corey Mesler
Today's poem is short
and sweet, you
won't have much work to do.
It is sent out
with the same trepidation
the others transmitted.
I didn't write the words.
I am only the messenger.
I don't pretend to understand
anything that I do
not understand
Today's poem is about that.
About you and me
and our inability to connect.
It's about why poems
go where they wanna go.
It's about their lack of discretion.
Today's poem has
already gone on too long.
©
Melt Magazine 2004
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