Sunday, July 18, 2004

The First Tapa Poem

At an immeasurable nano-
second that passed a
moment ago
this was a pure white page
of highclass paper that
unmarked marked the
beginning of a notebook bound
in tapa cloth. For the benefit
of those who are / were
unsure of what tapa is
I will find a definition later
& fill in the gap. Take this page then
as a template, a palimpsest,
scarred & marred by that first
downward / of the A. Actually
I lie. I started writing on it
a month ago when I
first heard I was to be
given one, finished the page
in an A5 spiral notebook
unwilling to break the spell
the tapa cast on me.

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