A Small Vexation
Most often said
a comfortable conceit
how unbounded the demands
of saying it right at first
the revisions that go on forever
like she calls you up for lunch
what was lost is what is found
the napkin ring and then her look
the old hooked bill of the pelican
wanting to take all your poems away
unbounded is a powerful word
it might almost last forever
the seawall is not shaking
the city lights remain strong
the million sacred lines
adduced to almost a moment
you're not saying much right now
then she says good night.
© 2010 Rob Schackne
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