spare me

language.

form.

spare me language.

spare me form.

perfect poem

an empty page.

how minimal

can you be?

how much left

to write about,

what’s remains

to share?

spare me language.

spare me form.

spare me what remains

to crow about.

describe the emptiness

behind that white sheet,

that relentless snow

freezing my soul.

so spare me,

who has not the time

to share the beating

of an empty drum.

11-28-13