What came first

While a simple note refuses
To open at the end of  street

Surely when a sadness dies
A folk tale gets in collection

All mixed up in sea maidens
And eggs that nail the truth

Of what came first , sadness
Or poet at the end of street .

(remembering poet Denis Johnson who died this Wednesday)

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