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. 32