1050

you might find it odd
you might find a creeping
sensation down your back
you might brush it off as rain
or a fly seeking refuge
and you might be right

you might be alarmed
you might welcome the day
you might croon and swoon
you might drop
you might drip into a puddle
you might say it’s just Monday

you might listen to mingus
you might feel something
or
you could hate it
who knows
but I’m saying
you might feel something
sometimes I don’t

you might end poems with piano
I don’t
I don’t find it to be about me
despite the capital i

you just might
run out of things to say
you just might
run out of thing to say
you just might