Practicing His Craft
Listen to poem:
An herbaceous arbor
flanks the harbor
where he labors
fitting words to spaces --
blanks he fills, erases.
He savors bits of meaning,
sculpting sound to logic's shape,
annealing word and image,
polishing a verbal mound
congealing on his pad.
A bird chirps.
Song distracts.
A moment's lapse.
He compares the bird's
with his own work,
considers form and content,
sees the gaps,
tosses his dead page
into the water's murk.
Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2011
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