Sitting With My Poetry
I can't help
but write of such beauty
that steals
my thoughts from poetry.
I sit here and gaze
up and down,
as she lays there
upon the ground.
I wonder why
some women can look so divine,
and me without a word to speak,
I will never meet
the woman I see
tanning herself in the sunlight,
as I sit with my poetry.
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