Reciting a Poem Without Audience
He spits verses out of his mouth
like a spider weaves a web
between twigs in the early morning sunlight
No one cares his verses
but he continues to spit them out
like a spider clutches its web with his hind claw
Whether there’s a audience or not,
he has to recite it because only the verses
escape from his lips is the proof that he’s alive
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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