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there’s no future in writing poems

about writing poems.


the critics of the next age

will know you crapped out


with nothing better

to say.


This poem,

for example, is nothing


apart from what it says

& what it does


to you – to see me

go – as the


garden blooms –

it’s hard to know in


spring all that

is – shall pass.

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