The Word
it had leaked out of the pen
stood naked
attempting to cover-up it's shape
'it's your meaning I'm after
for a poem'
'but I'm not that sort of word'
having heard this
the unfinished one
rather disconsolate
just drifted away
'see what a difference you would have made '
we sat together
at the edge of creation
no fizz or sparkle in our lemonade
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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