Here's what happens when you write a poem a day

A Woman Who Writes a Poem a Day


A woman who writes a poem a day
Becomes herself a poem;
A poem walks among you all,
A poem orders at the cafe,
Reads, sits at the computer.
A poem sits in the bathroom,
Makes the choice of bath or shower,
Goes to church and sashays primly up the aisle.
A poem goes into the garden,
Contemplates the flowers,
Goes to the nursery and
Buys more plants. Or not.
A poem buys books
And reads them, or does not;
She does as she will because she is a poem,
Seeing the world with poet's eyes
And pulling the words out here from somewhere,
Turning herself inside out for her own sake,
Smiling astounded if you dare to criticize.

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