Poem of the Week XLIII

Here is another John Stone for you. I turned in my library books today. Do you remember them? I think I have been renewing those books since February 6. They almost cost me my diploma because they were overdue. I dropped them in the drop box today and now officially owe Auburn $0. Still, it was hard to let the books go. They went with me to the beach for Spring Break, on many trips to lunch, to the arboretum, and had become a regular part of my bedroom mess. As my grandfather would say, "It's not easy."

Enough rambling. Without further ado, Poem of the Week 43, by the late, but really great, John Stone.---

Bore

Your mouth yawns red

like a fresh river trout.

When you are dead

maybe that mouth

will hang out

and every important word

you never said

will drop out.