How to capture it all?
I was no photographer
My paint brushes, I have retired
And words simply do not belong
On a cover
The same way they fit
In my mouth, or march along the surface
Of these pages.
How to capture it all?
The sounds, the smells, the...
Give, and take Spend and exchange each day For another second of time To yourself Green dollars and clean water Leak from the pipe dreams That run underground, out of sight Fresh in your mind As routine drives you down the same road To the same place Every day Every second you escape to Someplace else.
Funny thing, this poem started out as a rant to writer's block. But after the first lines it went in its own direction.
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