The Poem Wanders 

Like anyone else, the poem
wanders in the unknowable.

It stoops and shrugs like
anyone carrying a burden.

It will say after some time
almost apologetically how

it’s always been big for its
age. Big bones, you know.

It will say how wandering
suits it just fine, thanks.

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