Hot Springs Poem by Laurence Overmire

Hot Springs

Rating: 5.0


When a poem bubbles up
Out of the crevice
In the ground

You’d better cup your hands
Your mind

To catch it, quick
Before it vanishes
Into air.


(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, Feb 2000)

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