Poetry As A River

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a river pouring
you are not rushing

to me poetry flows
out is hard to contain

I’ve no hands for that use
I’ve new eyes to embrace

strong legs clasped around
it’s an odd place wonderful

to be tell me what is
new today with you

 

 

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