Arts

Poem interrupting a Poem

By Wesley Houp

Someone is yelling
at me because
I’m trying to write
a very loud lamentation.
Bullfrogishly loud.
It’s not an angry yell,
just persistent
until I break trance
and resume
the humanscape.

Yes, I will do laundry
and ignore the
forest saints for now.

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