2012-04-20T00:01:01-07:00April 20th, 2012|Creativity|

Life is a camouflaged poem

Your mistake is believing
you have to create
the poem

don’t you know
it is already there

inside the orange
skin taut with juice

on your lover’s back
suspended by scapula

in the cat’s belly
loose flap of napping flesh

your job is simply to wait
for your indifference to pass

for the moment when you see
what you are looking at

only then will the poem feel safe
to lay itself down
on the page.

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