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What Can You Do With It?

A poem can pop
like a turned-on vacuum.

It can wag a finger
like any old adult.

But most often it sits,
a slim shadow on its page.

Its fox-eyes follow fingers
to stalk, turn, scavenge, bite—

or just play along.
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1 comment:

  1. Laurel EshelmanSeptember 17, 2010 at 2:46 PM

    I love all the surprises a poem can give. And I like how your poem makes me think about these things. Sad that they do most often just sit, on the page.

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