February
20, 1983 9:30 a.m.
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Yet Another Poem About Writing Poetry
My life-poem book of dreams
Lies around on my table
And every so often
I live on the page
But dreams and white paper
Advance the old fable
The words spill
Out less as I age
A cascading river rushing pulsating
Winding down the valley there
A wildly careening dancer
Stepping lightly hear the music
No one remembers nothing's fair
My book of ripe feelings
Lives with me, seldom talks
Repeats the same themes with ease
All innocent yearnings
Locked up in an old box
Here's the key, click the lock won't you please
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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