Measured Reading
Measure your thoughts across this page
Allow your eyes to move from left to right
That they might sink with each word
Into your soul like concrete blocks
Or grow slowly in your conscious mind
As a butterfly might pass softly by your sight
Remind you, you are alive
To read thousands more or maybe not
This might be your last poem ever read
That would make you dead or worse
To not be able to make another poem yourself
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016
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