Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Poem Twenty-four - Poem

Everything's a poem.
The song of voices in a restaurant,
The rumble of truck motors.
Starlight and shooting stars,
Sunset and black silhouettes,
The rhythm of the rolling wheels,
The faces of people
I will never meet again.
Everything's a poem.
The words tumble from my fingers,
Magical, amusing,
Sad weeping and child-like laughter:
Trying to catch it all,
I can't type fast enough.
Everything's a poem.

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