Hitchhiking poem

Would I stop to read
your poem if
it were standing by
the side of the road
with its thumb
sticking out?


I would pull it up
into the cab,
count its stanzas,
learn the unfamiliar
and read it
over and over,
until I had
committed it
to memory.

Some poems I
lose after
one line.

Not yours,

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