Find(poem)

For the word —
I went to
the canyons of the sofa.

to the old fossils
of work-bin.

to the pudgy albums
of past
and the masterclass
of backyard.

Of course the
world doesn’t wait
I’m no prophet
but
I have got a guitar and
a piece of truth
to sing.

And I know
how to listen
with a still tongue
that doesn’t spill
and two philosophic ears
that can respect a pause.


I can wait.


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