'Poem selection' for the week -- "Ars Poetica":
To have
even a
lotto chance
of getting
somewhere
within yourself
you don’t quite know
but feel
To cling
to the periphery
through the constant
gyroscopic
re-drawing of its
provinces
To make
what Makers make
you must set aside
certainty
Leave it
a lumpy backpack
by the ticket window
at the station
Let the gentleman
in pleated khakis
pressed for time
claim it
The certainty
not the poem.
-- Leslie McGrath
