There Are Poems
there are poems
that are never written,
that simply move across
the mind
like sky writing
on a still day.
slowly the first word
drifts west,
the last letters dissolve
on the tounge
and what is left
is the pure blue
of in sight, without a cloud
of comfort.
Copyright © April Bartaszewicz | Year Posted 2007
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