it's sunday morning
and i'm searching for poetry
in a seventh grade
science book...
and i become aware
that the process
of the
search
is poetry
in itself
while i am lost in
words
of saturation
and levee...
water cleaving to soil,
earth too full to bear more...
and the rest is runoff
flowing along my surface.
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Ooh, I like this. "The search is poetry in itself." Very true. And I am very into searching for poetry outside myself lately.
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