history & poetry coexist
a river across & through into & out of
the same place
poetry begins & history waits
reshaping the old maps
with familiar lines
crossing out the new ones
in time as time always does
poetry & history collide
an accident occurs unnoticed
unaware
people wait on the margins
& fringes
these dots do not
connect to make shapes
but what happens
in between falls to the wayside
leaving
the others with
the others
as history begins
poetry waits
on the sidelines
waiting to be written as poetry hides
