Saturday, July 02, 2016

 

The Person Who Couldn’t Make a Point


never tired.
But we did,

stopping it!
Unhooking
phrases

that arrived
nowhere.



No use.
Though one
in there

somewhere!

Bruised by
neglect.

Where are
the points

not made?
The un-

told trillions!
In the West,
they say,

buried in mineshafts.
Of a clear moonlight

one can float
through brilliant
Cottonwood fluff.

Listening
to the edgy
mutters.

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