Poesy, as the scholars say
overrated
and underrated
at once
and still a hope
that we cling to
Change—a constant
permeating
each aspect
of my existence
no hope
no chance
lost my Brautigan
can’t figure out
why a smile
has forged itself
on my face
a dreamer
a song
a dance
and yet
it remains the same
The first stanza of this poem
The first stanza of this poem is very shrewd and astute!
Starwardist
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