I Set Out to Write This Poem
I set out to write this poem, the window framing
My eyes settle on thin stemmed plants capering
Such joy that had to find an expression
Goggling I am desperate in delirium
An aftereffect of napping
I feel the usual imbalance finding
Myself awake, the senses slowly rising
That on a sudden feeling of expansion
I set out to write this poem
So many times, such enchanting
Moments with same smells and threads appearing
There is the neighbor’s garden in my vision
Playing with the senses like a magician
Stunned, unable to capture any feeling
I set out to write this poem
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