While You’re Here
While you’re here
I am curious if you finish this.
It isn’t much of a poem.
There are no rhymes, good or bad;
there is no attention paid to the meter
or musicality of the lines,
the words are not carefully chosen,
and so there is not much to justify
either this poem or you spending your time here.
And the volta really isn’t a volta,
just a last stanza to see whether,
since you started to read this,
if you made it to the very end.
— zumwalt (6/28/2026)
