Wednesday, 17 April 2019

Nicky Beer : part five

How does a poem begin?

As a tumbleweed stuck between gravestones. As a confession written in the margin of a library book. As the stifled belch of a polite ghost. As a duck-shaped rock in the middle of a pond. As a serendipitous typo. As the faint smell of jasmine inside an old boot. As a beer can flattered to the shape of a heart.

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