We are what we are and what
the world brings us to and
surrounds us with in shades
and sounds and slim shadows
I sit in the deep quiet owl hours
and shift through the scattered words
arranging,rearranging them in slim
lines and slimmer thoughts
until the poems are finished
and brought out for reading
in small nibbles of our worlds
in a casual intersection of experience
As elegy or epigrams or epitaphs poems as seeds
that may or many blossom in other worlds
the world brings us to and
surrounds us with in shades
and sounds and slim shadows
I sit in the deep quiet owl hours
and shift through the scattered words
arranging,rearranging them in slim
lines and slimmer thoughts
until the poems are finished
and brought out for reading
in small nibbles of our worlds
in a casual intersection of experience
As elegy or epigrams or epitaphs poems as seeds
that may or many blossom in other worlds