A Poet’s Mind

The city moved past, her favorite pastime

Watching the could be, what might be,

the possibilities

Of those lights, that room, this building, speeding

the reflections of the river refracting in her mind

what might be

could she, would he, might be,

the activities

if she could keep her mind from wandering and wondering

silence too full, too intimate, too perfect

spoken – spell broken

his control moved the city past, her favorite pastime

could she, would he, might be

vulnerabilities


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