April 21st Poem


A poem encapsulates the moment.
An idea niggles its way
from your subconscious
growing bigger
more insistent
as it slithers past
everyday bits and pieces
of paranoia.
The poem doesn’t care that
the neighbor’s dog woke you
up last night or that the phone
rang once again urging you
to vote Liberal or NDP.
It doesn’t even care
that Trump no longer likes
The poem demands
to be written.
Not tomorrow
nor the next day.
Right now!
It may be something
totally inane.
A white moose
A sandhill crane…
Just get on with it!

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