There's beauty in the latent
I will wait, I will be patient

vision so vital
to all a poet is;
silent beauty whispers
its miracles only
to those listening.

the poet cursed
with eyes and ears
the clamor of
a living, dying world
inundates
their soul

finding refuge
from the deluge
in a quiet stream of stanzas

never realizing the blessing
of the eye of the poet

until all the words have dried

Speak
       Life
            Into
               Yourself
      You’re
                More
                     Delicate
                             Than
                                     You
                                        Think

And the best are about sandwiches and windows. The words do not care about me and I do not own them