Sunday, January 19, 2014

The way behind

At the airport I realized,
there were poems to write!

There were words I would type
things I could say
with beat and meter and rhyme as my partners.

I pace in my head good strong powerful emotive words.

String them together like beads,
Let them fly like monarchs 
away and into the world.

Remember,
While in the way behind
to write!

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