The Innisfree Poetry Journal
www.innisfreepoetry.org

by Laurie Hurvitz


THE O IN POEM

echoes
omigod in the bedroom
the foxhole

philosophers, old women
at mahjong tables, debate
the second o in good

the ocean bobber
at the end of the rope
grabs a lifesaver, holds
the white spot as the last
speck, or the circle expanding

and the void is a hole
or it's whole with an o
at the core


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