and if I were

July 1, 2009 at 5:02 pm Leave a comment

And if I were a poet

what would I write

but words

in a line heading down a road

without traffic lights

or traffic

the road

is sparsely populated

driven by desire

an orange car

looking for something

like a slice of meaning

And if I could write poetry

I would laugh out loud with joy

would grab the first stranger on a corner

would dance round and round

my heart a trampoline

lifting me skyward

and away

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