Fifteen Minutes…of found fame

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You’re sitting somewhere. It could be anywhere.  You’re on the Metro; you’re in your favorite cafe;  you’re in line – a tedious, long line; you’re at the park.    You could be anywhere.  They could be anywhere.   You overhear words that say it all.  Seem to incapsulate an entire truth in a few words.  Speak to some greater truth.

The journal entry I captured includes only the side of the conversation I could hear.  The other person at the Bureau of Vital Statistics sat behind a walled-off area and only muffled rseponses could be heard from my vantage.

I scribbled the notes as fast as I could, capturing the short life of this small infant before he became entombed  in this hall of records, forgotten in the maze of statistics that record the passing of our days.  I transcribe the poem here in case you aren’t able to read my handwriting.  Please feel free to share your comments and any found poems or snippets you might wish to share.

Fifteen Minutes

“What do I do

with this kid’s birth certificate

that was born and died on the same day?”

“Well, I’m doing the death certificate, too,

and he didn’t have a length of time that he lived–

number of days says zero.”

 “Born 2:03.   Died 2:18.”

“Fifteen minutes is all he lived.”

“They want his age but the birth certificate says zero.”

“What do I do?”

If you’re a writer, you write.  You find what was dropped.

You pick it up, and you run with it.

  ntaylorcollins © 2011, 2012

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About Taylor Collins

Taylor writes in fragments - journals incessantly – the sea a recurring theme. She blogs and works on three writing projects at the moment. She was selected to read a twitter poem, written during National Poetry month, for the “Tell Me More” NPR program in 2011. A day diary was selected for publication in Water Cooler Diaries published in 2008 (De Capo Press). She recently completed a small chapbook, a 12-part poem entitled Flame. Taylor receives “real” rejection letters now – a sure sign her work is being read. She paints and writes in her studio/gallery -- Parke Green Galleries located on the site where the US Constitution was first ratified. She spends time thinking when deep thoughts surface. Taylor leads a rather dry life on the ocean she's tossed about on. Be sure to visit her if you're ever in the state that started our nation. Cheers!

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