A Quiet French ClownA Poem by Pierce Bryant
To the secondhand man, what is it you dream?
To flatter the world with your imitation? Plagiarize each letter read through recital? The next grand sing-a-long song to abuse and call your inspiration? But what of the first man? Is each there after a pitied image of him? And to what did he dream? I long for what the first man failed to imagine. © 2018 Pierce BryantFeatured Review
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