FILL

FILL

poem would
not come to me

do its sure sell
soft shoe shuffle
open
a window afford

glimpse
of its tricks

said I
lacked
the appreciation
was far too driven
for anything
to
nestle, rest

fill that grievous hole
in my disposition,
cement
my understanding

these basic
words having
so much
to discover
not to
mention
(by way
of footnote) seren-
dipitously gain