Poem About Nothing
a poem by Wayne Dodd
This is a
poem
about nothing
about something
this is a poem
about someone
standing
someone lying down
somewhere
with doors
closed, doors
open: people
are eating
breakfast perhaps: their faces
are peaceful
with chewing
with tasting
sharp smells rise up
from the
street, rise up
from beds, from carseats
men and women
are walking
they are all going somewhere
else: their
arms
swing, their legs
swing
from their hips their clothes
hide, their
clothes
reveal:
there are
always secrets
among us someone is lying down
somewhere
or else
someone is standing up
the doors
there are open
the doors there are closed
Wayne
Dodd reads his poetry
Poetry Online
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