Unun- Poem by Douglas Scotney
Unun-
A bereaved nephew in Shakespeare
might say, 'I am ununcled.'
King Lear, finally dressed,
might say, 'At last ununclad! '
On an ununiform day
you dress as you may.
Your underbelt poems
are the ones that you've done.
Your ununderbelt ones
are to come.
Saturday, July 25, 2020
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