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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