Wednesday, October 12, 2011

coalescing


if handle, then poem


“Let me get a handle. . .”

Once I get a handle
I can pull the poem out of the jumbled accumulations
that my psyche has built up of the world and me in it,
a handle that coalesces into a collection
that can cohere, and sometimes be a poem.

by Henry H. Walker
October 8, ’11

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