National Poetry Month

A man sells his poems in San Francisco.

Me, I write in bed here in Wisconsin.

We capture a moment or a brief thought.

We use words to describe what we can see

or just because they make related sounds.

Or maybe, just like each day that passes,

just because one word leads to another.

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