№ 71

i sometimes linger
on little phrases,
character sequences
custom-built to please
the searching heart,
the open mind;
i linger
on words:
pretty words and horrid words
and words to end all words,
like lightning in
proverbial bottles
set to loose
whatever mayhem i desire;
i linger
on patterns:
patterns of up-down, side-to-side,
back-and-forth, and nowhere-patterns-of-a
symmetric absurdity,
because i like them;
i linger
on flow:
the undercurrent,
the feeling of those
layers whose little pieces
mean little
beyond the here-and-now
of the finished page

and sometimes, when
i’m feeling guilty, i linger
a little longer than i should


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