a poem slept <br />the poem slept <br />nobody knew it slept <br />it did not know itself that it slept <br />it slept like a baby <br />and that was refreshing <br />it refreshed itself before it was born <br />as babies do <br />it did not then know itself that it slept <br />but when it woke up it knew that it had slept <br /> <br />while it slept this poem had a dream <br />it was a good dream <br />it did not know that it was a dream <br />it dreamed itself awake <br />but when it woke up it remembered <br />that it had had a dream <br />it remembered that it was a dream <br />when it was awake <br /> <br />when it woke up <br />it remembered itself <br />and dressed appropriately <br />and told itself to friends and strangers <br />it told itself the same way to friends and strangers <br />that was its duty because it was <br />it did not mind whether they were friends or strangers <br />because it was a poem <br /> <br />I know <br />I know this <br />I know this because <br />I know this because there is a because <br />I know this because the poem told me <br />I know this because the poem told me it had a name <br />A poem about Gertrude Stein<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0127-a-poem-about-gertrude-stein/
