‘Merely Circulating'

The poem is you                 needs be
And we can be cool about it
In the slow moments
Of an August afternoon,
Nobody comes and
Therefore the place you built
Remains impregnable,
Out of sight
No such           evidence of circumstance
Only clothes
You stood up in.

And maybe the poem can only say standing
Nowhere in the reckoning
Where the road hangs
And the river
Ruptures to become the plain,
But the truth is
Having that coke with you
Was a contract between us,
A document
Not anybody witnessed
No such         name.

--

David Herd

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