Ten Second Poem by David Michael Jackson

Befits me I guess this
serving of poems in the night.
You read the poem and leave me
silently.
I put my name on it but you do not remember me
tomorrow.
My fifteen minutes is ten seconds of your time,
ten seconds of hers, of his.
I have ten seconds, ten seconds.
My father, my father,
oh how his eyes did shine!

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