Poetry by Karl Koweski

keystroke moments

Augustine wrote
time exists
as
expectation
attention
and
memory

this
is
my
truth

when all I remember
of the last week
are emails

chomping vegetables in the fragile
half-light of this terrible dawn

the asexual poet asks
have you ever eaten
a locally grown tomato
so fresh and juicy
as to make you weep?

no.

fresh produce
even that which is
cultivated regionally
has never brought me to tears

maybe he’s right
maybe I’m not
a poet after all

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