How Poems Fly - Jan. 4, 2025

Gary Hunter
Jan 4, 2025
1 min read

our first third fourth

even tenth draft

is like a boomerang

we throw them from our desks

and sofas and they come back

right at the head so have a hand

ready to at least knock it down

until one time it’s tossed into

the atmosphere and

flies out an open window

then you know there’s a

frisbee spinning somewhere

out there in the world

looking for someone

to play catch with

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