Sunday, August 3, 2025

Rejected


Dejected poets stand beside 
  the cliff dividing 
  sea from shore and fold 
rejected poems to gliders 
  that fly high then sink: 
  slide slowly to the 
  sea and melt like puddles in the sand 
reflecting thoughts that never made it 
  to the pages that they tore 
  from pads of paper filled with words that poured in streams that flowed like rivers to the 
  sea only to vaporize:
a mist of letters, floating down 
to land and calcify inside a shell,
 imprinting thoughts they feared 
no one would ever hear.