Saturday, May 5, 2018


What if there were, suddenly,
Nothing left to read,
Not so much as a headline

Like today’s declaration
Of very old news,
That “The Universe
Is Out of Balance

And No One Knows Why”?
What poetry would one write
With nothing to read?

If you didn’t want to talk,
You’d have to find your own poems
Among all the wordless things,
The soundless fairies singing.

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