Monday, May 27, 2013

Overread at Booth One:

a poem doesn't grow legs,
take up arms,
march off to war.

a poem doesn build a table,
cook a meal,
invite enemies to dine with enemies
until all become friends, but

a poem can breath this energy
into those who read it.

to achieve this, a poem must be read,

thus, it is our eyes
that give a poem its breath.

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