Wednesday, December 21, 2022

Never Mind These Poems

 


Never Mind These Poems


The Muses are directing our attention

from the Big Top to the Midway.


Your passion awaits under one 

of the tents along the aisle.


Step right up. Pay the price.

Play the game


The chaos will abate, even vanish 

for moments and moments.


We’re all here with you

and you’re on your own.


Never mind these poems.

Where is your magic fire?



DLWhite

12/21/22

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