LIMP

By Seán Tate

The lines hang loosely on the page.

Lethargic in nature, vapid; a chore to read.

Adding nothing, giving nothing.

Written for the sake of writing.

Hoping for the pressure of poetic weight,

but they’re far too feather light to hold

the attention

of even the most avid.

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