An Absence

Tagged as Butler, Poetry

Written on 2008-04-02 13:47:11

These words are caught food
from the flipping plate,
recorded here for your
careful entertainment,
your frolicking scrutiny.
But I can't help wondering
what I missed which fell in the sea,
and what shore those words
finally washed upon. Mostly,
I wish they were here.
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