As If To Say...

dialectic

weeks become months.           I become non sequitur, 

at least to what I think you thought; 

                                    how to add texture to our plateau event

is a challenge, but more likely rhetorical; 

you are enigma in silence, your history upended.  

                                     I'm the book without a cover, 

title left to your imagination.                 but do you read? 

               I do.               I do and don't always approve 

                      of endings.  

Poem © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker 

Photo © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker