Sunday, May 20, 2018

The Poet Knows It

A poem on a napkin
is more like a tissue.
A poem on a blog,
ephemeral as fog.
A spoken rhyme
mere litter
among airwaves
in time.
words to the sea,
a token memory
of a world
that existed
with me.
A moment of sunlight creates poetry of light.

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