Writing Poetry in Strange Situations
for: gigi
"you can write a poem about me bringing you a cup of tea"
which he did do
while i sat in a patch of sunlight on an endless afternoon
strangely camped outside his front door
putting down words like a misplaced doormat
offering up a mug of earl gray to keep me company
the way you would put out a saucer of milk to placate a stray cat
it was an odd scene
and the cordial gesture went well with the christmas tree
Labels:
Poetry,
The Bohodiem
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