JUNCTURE

JUNCTURE

Rethinking poetry

my pen screeched
to a halt at the frontier
between two words
two worlds

uncertain of how to
or whether it had
the right to proceed

at which juncture
the seasons came
and went
the climate shifted

and the poem
moved of itself, springing
to life

finally allowing itself
to slip in
and out of gear.

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