That's How It Is

I think I’m a poet
Don’t care if you do
Won’t write about Robins
Fragile petal  flowers
Undercover moons.

I think
Look up
Write it down
In my room.

What it means
I don’t know,
Ideas 
Come and go.
Eventually 
Out of the blue
This poem 
Might be for you.

This is true
That’s my way
Sometimes 
I Have nothing to say
 But If I’m lucky
And you’re in town
You’ll be reading
This today.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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