Folded Cold

Why write the poetry
Why
Read at all of doubt
Small wonder you wonder

To unlock
Past perhaps possessions
To confess
Per chance regress

Redress
The undressed balance
…Could it be
A list

A letter
Or aide memoir
A memo
Even better

Cold
Unfolded
Bold as
Tabloid stationary





This poem is from the collection East of Lincoln Central available now on kindle - click on the text for details