Where the poem hides
The binding cradles the pages—
waiting to be filled. A postage stamp of Pluto
glares from the corner, cancelled in an impossible year.
Like a sculptor, I believe
the medium can hold the art; the paper opens consulates
for things that have no lobby.
Study the lines and textures;
the surface negotiates treaties with ink and moons.
The stamp hums in a language of postage and myths.
Only impulse frees
the poem from the page — it jumps the fence, returns with souvenirs:
a paperclip that tells ghost stories, a fox in a cardigan,
a stamp from a minor planet that refuses retirement.
Effect: the absurd object undoes literal expectation and amplifies imaginative possibility. It deepens the conceit by allowing the “hiding place” to be a portal, not merely a container.
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