Poetry about Poetry ... original or previously published poetry, December 2000
Refuge
Don't look at this poem.
You are staring.
I stare back.
Your eyes are clamped here.
It is damp here,
but my throat is dry.
This poem is a shamble
down an alley of broken glass,
relief from rowdy talk in the Tav.
You are asking questions
this poem
cannot answer.
At best you can rest
on its shoulder.
I cannot answer,
but I sing a ragged song.
Richard Denner
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