There’s a girl somewhere sitting in front of a cheap, slow
public library computer
noiseless snow
through the radiator
I realize there’s still a rose perched in my passenger
seat
That I would see her
That I would meet
That I would greet
Her unprepared
There is silence when I speak
i forget i am more than a hummingbird
hovering above a rare plant
i try to remember, but i can’t
1 comment:
I swear this is the only piece of writing I have done thus far that gets better every time I read it. I'd like to say it was thoughtfully created, but I chose the lines almost at random, picking the first line that came out at me that fitted (the poem is lifted from the worst teen-poems I could find on the internet).
Maybe if anyone asks in future I should tell them it was plain old inspiration. Yes... that sounds better.
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