None of my new poems have titles.
Do they need to?
To separate one from the other in a world where there is no separation?
It is 4:15 am and the robin outside my window starts his song.
Does he know his or it’s title?
Does he need to?
No, he knows what he knows.
His song begins at dawn,
Titled or not…
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Some truth to that…ah…but alas some times a road sign is useful to determine the course you’re on.
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