Poem In Process


Poem In Process

I start in the slush queue
un-noted, unseen, unread
waiting for another's perusal 
for the start of a journey

Released, revised, replaced
I can go on my way
towards acceptance and publication 
or
to be felled by the scarlet slashes
of the correcting pen.
But maybe I will silently withdraw
and leave you curious and wondering.

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