Poem on Poetry as the Poetspeaks

This
is the desperate hand reaching
out to you from the corner
of the world where
nothing happens when the news

comes in. Come in,
into the parody of seriousness
come
into the dream as purr
or rustle from a truck
as I walk past

the past
is something we reach for
with all of tomorrow’s love.

Eric W. Shaffer

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