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Poem Finder
“The world is never the same once a good poem
is added to it.”--Dylan Thomas
Quite often, poetry hides in plain sight. It can squat
beneath clover, or coagulate on a fresh corpse. In
the street of the sky, night walks scattering poems.
It can camp alongside a red rock in a clear stream,
or under your dirty fingernails.
I found a poem once in a smoking pile of spent brass
cartridges, as well as in a puddle of oil on my garage
floor, and between the dull teeth of a hand saw, and
on the back of a peeled label from Bukowski’s beer,
and even in the spaces between the lines of a Rumi
quote.
I discovered a long poem deep within the rotting pulp
of a dragon’s tooth, and a short one in the damp folds
of Marilyn Monroe’s panties. I tell you, you can find
verse within a swarm of fireflies, or in the middle of
a squirming snake pit.
Glenn Buttkus
Prosery
Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub
