the wonder of poetry
I awoke
Wondering
Why do they pick up the trash so early
Why can’t someone invent a quiet trash barrel
Why is my pulse pounding in my ears
How many angels can sit on the head of a pin
And why would they sit there
How much is too much
How many is too many
Are poets frustrated orators
Denied a stage
Untidy painters
Dotting the page with words
The long extinct Paper Boy
Shouting
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