#poem What With Merely Being

 

 

What with red roses

And lilies

As they are

And as they

Will be—

Those damn

Flowers

 

Merely being;

And what with

Poets left with what

To do about that,

 

All that language

Flying by

Unthought,

Unthinking.

 

Or not.

 

What with poets

Grabbing a hand-

Full and thinking

About it. And then

 

There’s the flowers.

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