My Dear Poet
Inviting the passing crowd into the intricate weavings
of her mind...
she sits along the curb reading her poems aloud
A torn page of charcoal dream hangs from a lamp-post
Hoping to entertain a wandering eye
Lifting here head to catch sparse cotton ball clouds rolling by..
She calls out in verse with words once held deep inside" Capture a precious piece of a day gone by, marvel at today as the breeze sets your dream aloft to heavenly heights, come now, come you dreamer's let each sweet moment come to life"
Upon the summer breeze she scribes a passage upon a delicate flower and softy sighs
A picturebook of hidden treasures appear in a sunray of light.....
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