The; Errand Poem by Jayl Morris

The; Errand



How I wonder,
what I came in here for.

I must have forgotten as,
as I came through the door.

I'm sure it had
to do with something.

I could never forget
just plain old nothing.

I ask for opinions
and get dubious retorts.

I think it was
an errand of sorts.


July 1974

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