What about all those
Things that fall through
The cracks the undefined
The mislabeled misleading kinds
Those that lack conventions
The square pegs that
Will never fit into
Round holes where do
They all go when
Pedestals are reserved for
Heroes and not oddballs
I will tell you
One inch or five
Feet or miles upon
Miles upon miles off
Of your pointing finger
That’s where we go
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 