John McChord

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And where shall I place you?

A silly dot below a line

Spread through an entire work,

Or maybe one, hidden by page after page

Where would you choose to be put?

Some thoughts press more than others

And moments heavier

Maybe I should put you there

Or like the old man

“Now!” Is where you should be

 

And confusing still I wrestle that point maybe having long passed

Or dreadfully lie ahead

Because I do not know

And most of us still

Where you should place

A line, atop a point