How does a poem begin?
With curiosity. And discomfort. With a question. Or an image. A poem begins with the ordinary. The extraordinary. The particular. Or the peculiar. This poem started with an image; that one, an idea. Your poem begins with a fragment; mine, a gallop. That poem started where the last one ended, meaning with the one true note that is silence. This poem (like those before it) is falling apart, but will pick itself up and begin again, hoping to sing.
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