Thursday, February 19, 2015

69. Woo Woo

Sixty-eight and waiting
No sign of sixty-nine
I listen for that silent voice within
But it's
I sense there's been a hidden mating
My expectant mind anticipating
The birth of a new poem
Surprise, surprise
It just arrived
It's alive and knows it's a poem
Do I dare believe
That it and the first sixty-eight
Are somehow like my children
Self aware
Maybe I do
Woo woo

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