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Looking for Poetry

Sitting in a closed room
Upright in a hard chair
Air still
Quiet
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
Remember
Forgive me
If my letters run below the lines
A bird still
Muffled
Reaches my ear
I don’t need to record though
Camera lost
Or unnecessary anyway
Were I outside the window
Matterless
I could still write a poem
About your hair curled around my
fingers





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