a song made of dust
By Jaclyn // musicnotej{at}
06.08.04

with what do you fill the poem
when it is only words?

when it is only something you
crank out to dispel inadequacy;

when it exists to exist
and nothing more?

if the poem were to be shattered
and shaken out among the grass like
a handful of flower seeds that may
or may not grow--

would it change you?