When I Rush Upon A Poem For Lack Of Time

it is when i rush upon a poem
like an acquaintance
i
feel this surprise

a
word comes like someone
that i do not know
but it strikes softly on
my face
and i ask: do i know you?

the syllable snubs me
and says

'of course not! '

then i go on my own way
thinking:

what was that?
like the way the seam of
my shirt
has been touched
by the famed finger
of the miraculous
just once
but it has lingered
throughout the night

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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