Unsatisfied Poem by bill costley

Unsatisfied



for Maya

Increasingly unsatisfied
by my own usual poems,
I think about writing newly,
telling you what I’ve
done that matters most.

I don’t know where to begin:
early/late, political/not.

I do know I want to write
What I will want to read.


(29 MAR 11, Santa Clara CA)

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