I saw the poem

in sky blue binding

in birdsong and sounds

of lawnmowers too

the difference between downtime

v. down time

I saw the poem

in a bitten nail

a washed hand

the prismatic light

on the page of the E.D. poem

titled Griefs

I saw the poem

in the poem

like the time

Kwony was crying

then she was laughing

as I whispered in her ear:

The point of poetry

is the point of poetry

we called it Perfect Poem

(or P of P)

A memory

especially sweet to me

my mouth so close

to her ear