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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