The Humble Poetic

Turned, this stick
into a mast. There is

no need to question
the poet-

the sails of ships
are seldom seen

but heard...

what lies beneath
a woman's skirt

does not betray
what beats

beneath the bone-

the muscles
of her heart.

The splendid peacock
prances through the yard

in search of

the small brown
sparrow builds

a sturdy nest

and secretly
lays its eggs

and I
shall be just

as purposed
and reliant.

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