Wednesday, July 27, 2011

At a poetry reading session

words.
mazes of words
whole streets of them.
a swift drive through
one of those localities
never fully seen or understood
words
that capture
that dreams are made of
words
wish mine were like yours
words
the choicest words
picked from a garden full of blossoms
words
your words
have built my dream house.

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