Tuesday, April 30, 2024

Possibly Profound

 While picking litter 

a folded up profundity 

slipped into my fingers 

ballpoint on lined paper ...


And what did it say?

You had to have been there. 

Or, you could just up and go there now





Poem

DLWhite

April 30, 2024

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