I pencilled a poem
I heard a melody
I like to drum
I like to sing
I sometimes imagine
A poem likes to sing
A song moves to beat
I sang the poem into song
I heard my heart beat
I heard a melody echo back to me
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Imagine
a world without
rhythm
robbed of reason
adrift without rhyme
Then put it all
back
dance yourself forward in
Time.

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The first time
gazing in your direction
all else diminished
outside the warm lightness
of
your joy
your dance
your beauty
your music
your
You.
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We’ve come through some stuff
shared some secrets
you and I.
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He sang blues
songs with spoons
worn leather jacket
in hot sun
wind on his head
crouching there
on a bridge
etching stone time.
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Here
where the spirits
of thousands
uplifted and melancholy
sway eyes closed
imagining encounters
with greatness
gud luk
good night.
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Where home
becomes you
inside out
doors secure
open windows
welcoming stars
birdsong
banal exchange
then
rhythm come.
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Beauty
In this voluminous
digital
age
I can lose
things.
sometimes
I find them again.
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