will seagulls
lift my unwritten poems
from my grave
and smash them on my tombstone
until they break open?
virgin poets launch
themselves loudly and lengthily
on open stage
we old hands follow with
our small, perfect mutterings
will seagulls
lift my unwritten poems
from my grave
and smash them on my tombstone
until they break open?
virgin poets launch
themselves loudly and lengthily
on open stage
we old hands follow with
our small, perfect mutterings