Catch

One track befalls the lying artist:
his hand gets caught in a fact.

He grasps at last his rock of dying.

Hear about the trapeze artist?
Caught his wife in the act.

Latched her arms and found them flying.

Pressing onward is half-based on slipping.
Even here tripping is better than rhyme.

It moves days on to other times.

Copyright © 2005 Jennifer Michael Hecht All rights reserved
from The American Poetry Journal
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission