ELEANOR ROSS TAYLOR

Uninvited Poem

Rude poem broke into
my conversation with myself,
not making lots of sense,
used inappropriate words,
things out of context,
whined of its lot—
“damned if it did,
damned if it didn’t”—
swapped things for non-things,
hummed some,
talked so long,
repeating much,
rain began falling.
I heard it in the leaves.
I gave up, gave in to listening,
said to myself, That does make sense.