If your 4th floor’s window it’s opened
Some poems might fly away
you could share it with the rest of the neighborhood
…
if they finally decide to leave your side for good
To place them on the walls idea
The selection would fall short
there are not enough walls of your own
…
If the window it’s opened
Let the poetry fly away from your hands
Flying straight to the pavement
getting entangled with careless pedestrian legs
…
Placing them on the ceiling too
Still would fall short
You certainly don’t have enough ceiling or walls
…
If the window it’s opened
Keeping in mind those words are not yours
On the street, covering the street
You should simply let them go
Black words printed on white paper
Getting stepped on by careless neighbors
or maybe reaching new potential poemworms?
Wonderful imagery!
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many thanks for such kind words! I’m touched 😉
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