To the Reader Staring at a Paywall

45th Street, El Porto, Circa 1976
45th Street, El Porto, mid-1970’s, looking north toward El Segundo’s Standard Oil Pier.

Behind this wall of paper lives a poem no subscription will reveal. The poem is invisible. No journal can hold this poem. There is no log-in, no fee, no access, yet the poem is free. The words spill into the paper like seawater over a levee. This poem must be imagined. Later, after the reader leaves this book-less library, a pinch of dry salt will be enough to recall this poem.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. … She writes through water,
    plankton spinning under stars,
    coding the cosmos …

    My pinch of salt 🙂 recalling lines from a poem of mine.

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  2. Joe Linker says:

    Salt and sugar, oil and vinegar, lard and lettuce write poetry!

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