Glass Poetry Press

Volume Six Issue One

Gerry Grubbs


Once you make the turn It is necessary to keep going You will find notes to yourself In an unknown hand Which forensics will prove Years from now were written Somehow by you But you can't know that now These strange torn pieces Some with a single word Others filled with the little letters Of a third grader in love with language It is not the first turn in the labyrinth In which one gets lost nor is it the last And that thread you leave Is the one you wove into the story From the beginning it is the only one That matters and can only Be found by you