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there is a corner
in another realm
where poets go to die
leaving their ashes
at the threshold
poets cross
as energy and light
they sit with pen in hand
in a parisien-style café
and recite their latest poem
for macarons and latte
they gather there and mingle
juggling rhymes and metaphors
they craft their poems lovingly
scatter them to the winds
so they may fall to us as snowflakes
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on November 25, 2020 for contest WHERE TO WE POETS GO? sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2020
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