There are days when
I cannot fathom poetry.
Days when I simply can't
unwrap lines to feel intent.
There are days when
I wonder how we ever
understand anything
from over filtered content.
I have to take time out.
Take coffee in some
dull street and let day
roll over me at random.
Outside a cracked pavement
hints at something developing.
Tony Noon
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