Why Can’t I
written by: Joan McNerney
become a poem drifting in
cyberspace?
clinging to this material world
makes me weary
would be so good jitterbugging
with letters, numbers,
dimensions too, through galactic
portals
launching eons away by one glorious
sonic boom.
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