by JD DeHart
Errors so easily creep their way in;
the floating article, the misspelled term,
the vines of human frailty.
It is almost too sublime the way
the eraser slides in, his silver hair,
shadow and sunlight suit, gesturing
a monochromatic pantomime.
Soon the evidence will melt away,
wax withering under a powerful wick.
BIO: JD DeHart teaches English in East Tennessee. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Illumen, Star*Line, Randomly Accessed Poetics, and Manic Fervor among other publications, and has been a guest editor for Z-composition.