Grapes on the vine. How are those grapes similar to published poems?
They both have their natural affinity; their necessary community. Go so far to call it home. Confused? Grapes off the vine are still grapes as poems unpublished are poems. Grape & poem crave a home -- modest as it might be.
steps (continued)
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the emptiness of one inch, one mile
that is, the words themselves
as they might be applied
to something resembling distance,
fortunes, and motion immeasureable
Still it beckons doesn't it
that formless sky
propelling her into a state
of undiminished joy
followed by a cavern
echoing grief on every wall
and in the middle a wave
translucent, reconfigured
bouncing back to the
abandoned shore