A Word
a poem by Dean Blehert
dblehert@earthlink.net

Looked up a word, then a word
in the definition, then a word
in one of the definitions
of the word in the definition,
then... Ah, I think I'm on the track of
something: I feel this brick-solid wall
of language, heavy as Webster's Fourth International,
beginning to unravel, become something I can use,
as if this thread of opaque words
were the bright red strip you carefully
unwind to tear open the package.