Saturday, November 23, 2024

those poems By Keith Pearson


he handed her a book of poems.


she leafed through the pages


and said


what is this


it makes no sense.


he said it’s not for now


it’s for later


sometime when you are alone


and want nothing more than


to be with someone


you cannot be with.


then you will understand.


so she put the book away


until there came


such a night.


she remembered the book


and took it down from the shelf


and as she began to read


everything


became


quite clear.



for d




keith pearson was born and raised in new hampshire and works at a local high school in the math department.












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