Dedicated to snatches of song that can sum up your state of mind at that moment. To those song- writers and poets who string words together that anyone can own. To my own pen, that can create pieces of song, though rare...
On the grand steppes
of the poetry of other poets
I go far beyond
Even though I can see
the white haze of noon on
the city street
I still go far beyond.
I must return
to the buying of onions and coffee.
Postage stamps.
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