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Apology to a Definite Article
how many times I’ve used you
exploited you
scattered your cry uncaring
cast you like rice or wheat seed
across blank pages, wind blown
what did I think, heartless
that you would cause brown sod
to sprout a green delight of budding verse
look at them, these pages
a dozen of you, two dozen
throttling landscape, cluttering ground
where one or two could have sufficed
to intersperse flower from weed
meaning from clamor
life from a cemetery of words
I should have known better
spared you humiliation
saved you for more special use
to differentiate specific
from base, occasion from everyday
important from banal
dear article, I beg forgiveness
here’s your rightful place, your throne
I’ve saved you for
The End
© Johnmichael Simon
2011
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