Looking for Poetry

February 28, 2011
Sitting in a closed room
Upright in a hard chair
Air still
And the tree outside my window
Muffled by the glass
Just like a picture
Where’s the poetry here?

I’ll close my eyes then
Forgive me
If my letters run below the lines
A bird still
Reaches my ear
I don’t need to record though
Camera lost
Or unnecessary anyway
Were I outside the window
I could still write a poem
About your hair curled around my

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