Friday, April 19, 2013

An almost-perfect poem in neat copperplate
By a word. A single word.
Pulled out from a shabdakosh, a language dictionary
unused tome dusted, the alphabets scrambled for, hazily
magnifying lens scanning the letters, impatient
just a single word
the entire color changes, somber


Anonymous said...

yes, a word is all it takes.

austere said...

very humbling too, to know how much you don't.