Tuesday, July 30, 2024

THE SHORT POEM

Like a wink of the eye 
it departs 
as it arrives; 

it's an opening gambit,
sans the tedium 
subsequent

to the knock-em-down, 
drag-em-out grudge match 
which follows it.

But it surely isn't 
some boldly 
unsinkable Titanic;

it's more like
a kayak 
which cannot be tipped 

because it's small enough 
to fit between 
the waves 

of all our lives—scanty, 
yet unflappably 
demanding: it survives.