now

now she turns the sky turns the

sunlight arrives from space

mindful

 

i let it happen

the yellow yard the

repeating line

until

 

i let slip

 

let thought pass on not

about anything

the dirt in the yellow yard

 

hinges made of rust squawk open pushed

 

by wind the

thing itself

 

is the poem

 

Reviews

[Lizbeth]

Loved these lines: "let thought pass on not
about anything"

And that's just about how writing happens. Ideas take one by surprise, no matter where one just happens to be. Thanks for sharing
Lizbeth

[Emily B]

oh, oh, i love this

[A.A.Romanczuk]

i like the distraught-as the thoughts flow-natural flow of the poem. it helps to feel..