Poetry

No One Knows

Poetry is
simplicity,
the spattering
sound of a cow
pissing on a
flat
rock
beneath the
lilting melodies
of songbirds
and buzzing bees
in an idyllic
pasture of green
and yet,
complex beyond
comprehension,
devoid of a standard,
absent a criterion
that decides,
“this is good,”
so we float it
out on a cloud,
let it drift,
and see who
looks up and
exclaims,
“I see it!”

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