Fleeting

February 4, 2012
I saw poetry as the first flutist leaned forward for her soaring solo
I saw poetry in my best friends face as she cracked up laughing beside me
I saw poetry as I played laser tag with the flashing blue and red lights around me
I saw poetry while I danced in the woods looking for the elusive paw-paw





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