claire@rodaberg

A poem is a present

You give it to yourself

Find one in a dusty book

Nestled on your shelf

Find one in a face

Of a person you don’t know

Feel one on a windy day

Hear a poem blow

See a poem in a mouse

Watch a poem run

Smell a breakfast poem

When morning offers sun

But poems can be chocolate

Poems can be birds

Peoms can be secrets

Or shouts upon the air

A poem is a present

Hiding everywhere

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Amy Ludwig VanDerwater