Monday, August 23, 2021

Steal This Poem

 




Take it

TAKE IT 

With its lent

And bent

Empty tubes

And spindles

Orange y’smart

As the jeopardy 

Comes on

You knew 

Every last melody 

And sang it like 

It was yours

As the wind blew

Thru trees

And your teeth

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