Was the Poem
Is it the poet’s responsibility
to record the raindrops
or the spaces in between?
the words, or the silence after?
It’s been almost four years
since I put down my dog.
Was the poem his life
or the emptiness in his wake?
The mosquito on my ankle
left a red streak. Was the poem
its life? the itch it left? was it
me scratching until it bled?
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By asking, you give us the poems.
. . .the emptiness in his wake. . . such a super line.
Love the question of the breathless moments we forget to record.
poignant and excellent!
I love it that the poem is all questions!