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This Has Happened to Me Constantly

Narrow it down
said the position to the pound.
How wide is that
said the sky with no hat.
Let me see
said the bat to the bee.
Beats me
said the leaves to the tree
There’s momentum
to all motion
Can’t be done
Gone by one
You’ll see
Not by me.
I am one
You are two.
So three in me.
2 angles me.
I’m on the line
You never were
Occur
I
Was
Be new
Always

Published in Poetry