subtext

            –a response to a pedant

The hierophant explains with a sigh,

this line’s often twisted and de-contextualized…

Perhaps, or love for the line itself–

arbitrary time (with its attendant meanings

of spring’s rebirth and clichéd weddings)

weighed down by a vast unknown ennui,

divorced from  the solitary sad pebbles

along the path toward a grave echoed

so–solidified all for the moment,

then like a tide emptying into the sea,

re-contextualized within an anonymous

infinite collage where meaning’s framed

often only in a confession to trivial

interpretations rather than strict

dogmas of convenience preached

by those privileged and O, so, unaware

that there is often a vast divergence

between what is said and what is heard

yet still moves someone to speak again

the fragments, scraps, and wisps of air,

what little bits remain within the mind

like sea glass left unsung upon a shore