Poem Poem II

The best poems are written
When I am meant to be somewhere else

A missed connection
Forces me into a tiny pocket of time
Between the things that make up the life
According to google calendar

Suddenly a breath
Not dedicated to yesterday’s plan
And on the exhale
Something new is born

I’m always surprised
When from the mud
Of the mundane murk of my mind
Sprouts a bud
I did not know I’d planted

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