In Poem Time
Excuse me…please…if I digress
and speak to you in poem time
for I mean you this moment…
singular you…like no other you
where there is no awareness
…as I sometimes feel…
when I’ve stumbled into
familiar second person you…
like some voyeur at third remove
with a fourth wall broken open
into someone else’s life…
that private letter mind
where you isn’t me
and I’m caught…worrying
about a grieving poet
and I can’t even offer
a washed handkerchief…
and I’m caught…thinking
how personal and present
unless we’ve been introduced
and not thrown together
in a chance encounter…
voiceless strings of integers
in a complex timeline world.
Bonnie Marshall
Proem... 
I love these lines: that fourth wall broken open/ into someone else’s life… That phrase breaks open my thinking. Lovely.
“All the world’s a stage…” more true now than ever before. That’s daunting and amazing for me. Thank you, Sally.
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This needs saying over and over ….
It is a puzzle. Thanks, Ward.