Thursday, May 25, 2017

eyes shut mind flees

a few lines of poetry
running out the back door
before anyone notices
it won't be missed

maybe it'll hookup
on its own terms
sometime in the future
somewhere down the line

no one knows the train schedule
'cept to say it'll come
as often
as the poets ask for it

it might sound a whistle
like a daniel thompson poem
so wake up & take notice
even if you can't explain why

as always
this is a time for words

--- e b bortz

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