Today’s poem is made up of titles of poetry books that I grabbed at random from my shelves. I didn’t pay too much attention to the titles when I was choosing. I reordered the titles for the poem and added a few words.
What a small stack of books says
On a moon-spiced night
The shadow owner’s companion meets a
Goddess on the Mervue bus and insists on
The colour of saying
Where’s Katie?
North she answers, then
Smoke encrypted whispers murmur
The circle game all
Along the line of our
Public dream
Thick and thin lines shape
Stepping stones through
Dark bright doors to
The simple truth:
The poem’s heartbeat
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