The Man in a Poem

By | 1 July 1999

There’s a man in a poem
bathed in moonlight.
You know him
you’ve seen him before.
He’s bending over
tipping his dreams
into a bin
with fish-heads and bottles
and yesterday’s paper.
Nobody wants them.
He raises his head
to look at the moon
through a fork in a tree.
You know the moon
you’ve seen the tree.
Can you write him
another life?
You want to don’t you
but where could you find
such a magical pen?
He’s the man in a poem
every night
tipping his dreams
raising his head.

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