In Search of the Great American Poem
I’ve contemplated my navel
for hours at a time
Searching for precisely
a Buddha-like rhyme
I’ve looked to the Heavens
yearning for signs
Yet disappointment replies
in the form of rooflines
I’ve watched the ocean
breakers reach shore
My eyes suddenly water
I’m no commodore…
Though I’ll never give up
my pursuit of the Grail
It sure seems to me
I’ve been chasing my tail
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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