Tuesday, December 7, 2021


If you still don't know
the difference 

between poetry 
and prose—

go run some errand;
go walk a few miles
in a midwestern winter

in a pair of wool 
socks and stiff 
waterproof boots—then 

come inside, 
undress in the dark, 
and cross, 

just once
from end to end 

the lonesome hallowed hallway
that is most 
of your apartment

one step, then the next,
on its warm bars 
of hardwood—

in nothing 
but your bare toes.