gets up every morning and joins the crowd poem

he

doesn’t live that life so he
gets up every morning and joins the crowd

Which shore?
He said petals from an appletree
yes petals from an appletree
and leaves falling silently

Which shore?
He said petals from an apple tree
and
summer music
and the summer breeze

and he washes up on the hundredth poem or the thousandth poem or
footsteps on a stair,
washes up on the shores of reason and reaches
washes up with the wordbarrel
empty.

***

David Michael Jackson 2005

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