Upon a poem

Jane Dougherty Writes

For the NaPoWriMo prompt.

When we write a thing

of joy or grief

a falling leaf

an absence beneath

the roof

the way the light plays

on still water and water rippling

insect-stippling

or the slashed

cross-hatched rain

across the window again

when we write the words of you and me

we

the cat lying in the sun

an unknown whose life is done

when we write the song of birds

and lamentations near and far

they are

poems.

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