w r i t i n g b l i n d
what if we cautioned you this poem might leap off the page?
would you add extra milk and eggs to your grocery list?
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what if we left this middle intentionally blank?
will you grant this grace?
will you understand?
will you sympathize, conspire with us?
just go along for the ride?
forget what you were doing here anyway?
perhaps this really is your poem after all
and you’re just a flinch away from everything
coming back beyond slight of hand.
soon you’ll be asking for your favorite pen,
asking for your old writing hat.
close your eyes. go ahead, begin to write.
this ink might become invisible any moment now!
what if it rained and your umbrella was out of town?
would you remember you came from the sea?
close your eyes. taste summer salt.
close your eyes. write my face.
neil reid © july 2011
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