The Manchester Review
Norm Sibum
from Sub Divo
Poetry
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                         I


Where begin, the mind full of sound
Looking to words for traction?
As ever, no answer until
Some sleeper of a gambit presents
A winning countenance. “Try me,” it says,
And I, Norm Sibum do, and we’re off to the races,
And poetry, as I understand the business,
Has feet and reason. A beginning then
               if no discernible destination.







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