Nothing Real About That Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Nothing Real About That



nothing
in reality
real
about that

nothing
but
the dominant dormant
frame of mind

little gots put in bottles
like little gods wiped away
a the soles of never worn shoes

nothing
in reality
real
about that

nothing
but
accordingly sub-
atomized
mariners lost

little specks of dust
like little drifts of heart
a soul never worn still filled
ith blues

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