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Oct/Nov 2004 Poetry

The Stick

by Mark Melton


The Stick

Sometimes
you're given a stick.
And you stand,
wondering what to do.
You hold it a while,
then prop it up against a wall.
Then you go off to do something
else and forget all about it.
Later you come looking
for it again but can't find it.
Can't even find the wall.

 

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