the next great poet
walks among us
without a halo
or unearthly glow
she might post daily
or he might write in bursts
they might be ringing
up your groceries,
or making your
non-fat double decaf
latte with splenda
(smiling to themselves
and saying "why bother"
under their breath)
mostly they stand
bodies distracted
by making a living
and watch
so their poet's eye
can record life
in a way that
makes some sense
to their souls
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
the next great poet
walks among us
without a halo
or unearthly glow
she might post daily
or he might write in bursts
they might be ringing
up your groceries,
or making your
non-fat double decaf
latte with splenda
(smiling to themselves
and saying "why bother"
under their breath)
mostly they stand
bodies distracted
by making a living
and watch
so their poet's eye
can record life
in a way that
makes some sense
to their souls
We've prolly walked by each other a thousand times without knowing....
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