The poem
takes me by the hand

waltzes me
around the room

dazzled with
its sunshine.

The poem
writes itself in the air

in a tear
...laughter.

Wordless
(just a thought) .

The poem
writes itself

in the there of
(not-there)

...tip of the tongue...

in the known of
(the unknown) .

This the poem
that never

gets written

happy to be
just a passing fancy

curled up
asleep

hidden in my mind

dreaming of its
once upon a time.

Dónall Dempsey

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