JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

my life

has been like a writing workshop

I learned a lot

but not enough

 

and then the leader advised

you have fifteen minutes

to write

a summing up

 

I looked around

everyone was scribbling

their heads off

 

a gray-haired lady

next to me

was into her

sixth page

 

outside the butterflies

were doing

what butterflies do

           quickly of course

 

and the sun

was committing suicide

into a sea

of incomprehensible

depth and beauty

 

and anyway

my pen had

run out of ink

 

so I just said

pass

and left it at that