For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives In the valley of its saying where executives Would never want to tamper; it flows south From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs, Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives, A way of happening, a mouth.
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if you want spaces for indents, use ampersand nbsp; - i think that has worked for me.
i still love this poem.
here is how i might lineate it:
Old Wishes
They are like a chorus of children, only it is always a rehearsal:
they flirt, knock scores
to the hardwood floor,
stab each other with pencils,
untie shoes and wait for a cue
that will come they don't doubt
like mothers about six o'clock
in the parking lot.
oops, there should have been a break after "children,"
Alternatively, you could post it as an image rather than text. Email me the poem and I can convert it into an image for you.
I like your stuff.
thanks Blade! I will email you momentarily.
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