Ars Poetica Poetry is walking down the street, meandering until there’s a DEAD END– there I’ll find a poem. Poetry is being in love, walking down the street hand in hand, singing and the song is a poem. Poetry is feeling tired and lonely, walking down the street clutching a photograph in cold fingers and the photograph writes a poem. Poetry is going on a trip, walking down the street in an unfamiliar place, excitement spilling into a poem. Poetry is going to Church, walking down the street in nice clothes, reading the Bible and realizing it is poems. Poetry is looping keychains on a backpack, walking down the street to school, nervous until remembering that school is poems. Poetry is when you smile at me, walking down the street.
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