of poems
i thought a thousand would do
though time has passed
i'm still not through
i could load you up
pour out my treasured best
you'd be stacked high in aces
with too much to digest
one at a time is better
so if you stumble through and snatch a few
that'll do
like the bird that occasionally
flies in an open window
who should have paid more attention
to catching insects
may find something to nibble
if he doesn't panic
and the cat doesn't find him first
perhaps some other day
there'll be a thought right for you
not too much, a line or two
even a bird flying with mouth open
is hoping, and sometimes catches a few
Monday, May 26, 2008
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