Charlie Bertsch (cbertsch) wrote,
Charlie Bertsch
cbertsch

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Blur

The poem won't come.
I stare at my canvas, a real
Lily Briscoe. That pattern,
this pause: I can picture it
all. Not at once, surely,
but always with a sense
of the whole, each bit beginning
a colorless blur in the corner
of my eye, like a threat you
feel more than see. It's not
worth making real.
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