Too Late?


Every poem begins with a spirit,

But sometimes the need to achieve

Puts perfection before existence;

Finely-honed words ahead of truth.


It is possible to edit clean away

The original thought that gave it breath,

And what is left but a specimen-

A relic of life that almost was?


This art on display, this talk of the town,

Is only a delicate skeleton.

Is it too late? What do you think?

Can I breathe it to life again?

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Jamie Bagley