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Poetry Wadi
Will the well run dry
This think and feel flow?
Or maybe there's an alchemy down here
Catalytically constructing stanzas
Like spiders to kill prey weave webs...
A little spit - that's all it takes
Voila! Another catching verse
But is it too terse
Too trite too cliche?
Touche! A score to the heart
With the epistemological epee
Evoking lovers truths
And could-be living issues.
Is this water fresh?
Come, make us an oasis
Where camel-backed readerettes
Store up their own ponderings greening
'gainst east-winded wanderings driving
A dry thirst through deserts without
Wellsprings of a wet word heard
By travel-wearied women.
And this poetry wadi...
A mirage maybe merely
But perhaps only mostly
Deep weeps of mad me.
Copyright ©
David Lasoff
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