I was reading a poem by Bukowski
It is called “jam”
I read a few lines, pondered
watched outside the window
then resumed reading, while I was still
light-blind
suddenly, a tiny speck on the page
moved
it was green, it was alive
as my vision came to normal
I could see the insect
– wasn’t sure which kind –
the little one walked on the page
stepping over an “s” first
then a “w” but turned back
then came down to the word
“same”
and headed to the edge of the page.
I finished the poem, and thought to myself:
“This Bukowski is really good”
It was the first “Buck” poem
I ever read.