the edge of a poem is a lot like the
edge of your yard –
the property line of
your neighbor's yard
beyond the line
the yard is
much like your yard
but you don't own it
the edge of a poem is a noble thing
like boughs creating shade
from a bordering tree
during a harsh afternoon
when shadows often hide
in shadows' shadows
I often find
an inspired thought
sweat-based
the edge of a poem can be dry or brown
a loose-leaf page of a moment
after moments passed
plucked and stuck between
pages of your thoughts
or blown and tossed
from one time to
the next, waiting
for a rake-hand to interlock
winter-cooled fingers with
neigbor's tree springs falling leaves;
the wind generously delivers
I continue the yardwork
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Submission Name: edge of a poem
