Today's Napowrimo prompt challenges us to write an "ars poetica" poem. I love this sort of thing, in case you were wondering.
not so much
the call sign
over the city
more
streetlight fuzzing
in and out
while on the job.
some days,
chronicle the moments
of real and imagined,
reportings and revisions
some days,
badger and cull
the collective conscience
for resources.
not so much
truth and beauty
on full display
more
the unobserved
becoming observed
with unchanged behavior.
each of them
the solo performed
on and off-key
followed by applause
all days,
rain for the seedlings
time, attention.
to make bulbs for pressing
between pages in books.
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