Only Words
You think that this is a poem?You think, because the words writhe in emotion and meaning,
That this is a poem?
A yellow moon viewed through the dark branches of an oak.
A solitary loon's cry.
The smell of rain.
A mother's scream for her lost child.
No, my friend, life is the poem.
The rest is only words.
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