Being quite alone
Stirs the whispers
Pools of poetry
Or of verse
With or with out meter
Rhyme
Lines that rise from
Breath and sigh
Making but
Very small ripples
Lapping silent shore lines
Seeing much
Hearing much
That races, screams, and heaves
Standing among it all alone
My ears fold in
to hear the stirring of the
Pools of poetry
Or of verse.
March 29, 2006
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