The poet dissolved
while reading
The New York Times
in a tub of warm warm water
the book reviews.

Fluting across water boundaries
into the air  and out the window.

Trying to explain in his sweating head
why, oh why he keeps on writing
words on paper.

Or more honestly
typing on the key board
the rules of living
and ex – pec – ta – tion.

Steve Brown
March 2018

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