Untitled Poem

103a web

 

 

For a moment, but not much longer

imagine spending a day

just reading.

 

Reading, not to get ahead

not to get caught up

but just too.

 

To drift with words

leading the mind

somewhere.

 

Leading somewhere unknown

like reading a poem

that is untitled.

 

But if this poem is titled

perhaps call it,

pointless.

 

The point of reading being lost

if every earthly moment

is measured by cost.

 

Could reading an untitled poem

 become an unintended gaze

 into a dull gray void?

 

10/25/2013  8:07am

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