An Imperfect Poem for An Imperfect Audience

by March 6, 2020 0 comments

Forget the meaning of “this” or “that.”
Imagine no language,
an entanglement of minds,
confused as tree branches
reaching for the sky,
not understanding or sure
they want to.

editors note:

No quid pro quo when you don’t know. – mh clay

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