Falling for Faulkner
Starting reading him years ago
Failed attempts to broaden my literacy
Whole body’d get lost in jumbled sentences
Sometimes running the length of a page
Counting commas; the structure’d confuse me
Messages and images would sail high
Mark’d be missed by miles.
More focused reading
Times I’d spend
Staring at the pages; mulling over
Images and messages of crafty
Description. Makes me feel something
Literature never has.