Another Poem Poem by Jenny Kalahar

This is another poem
typed with
thinking of
sitting at
dreaming of

This is another group of words
compiled late at
early in
beside a flowing
this is line fourteen
or eight, or twenty …
it doesn't matter

This is a poem I won't share.
Don't read it
or don't read too much into it.
It should be in blue ink
on yellow paper
folded into a tiny boat
to sail, bobbing, away on a lake
where ducks will fight for it
thinking it is food
but then the taste will not satisfy
and it will shred away to nothing, uneaten
falling sodden beneath the surface
into the gray water
dissolving into muck

This is another poem
you will not like
but it will do, it will do
until I can find a way to write
what I honestly
cannot
now