Poem
The everyday always seemed so banal
to me, but Frank O! O’Hara you saved
me and I ponder the whimsy and hear
the laughter. The every day everyday
is no longer matter, but listening to all
including you, reminds me to believe
in the sparkle and the brightness, the
shiny and the twinkly of every day.
Forgotten Moments
I lay in the darkness
trying to find
them, but sight was
sensitive and lightness
seemed far away.
Quickly to lust
but in century’s time
it’s a snail’s pace, and
the forgotten moments
are still lost.
So when the lightness
returns and melts the
parts that I think
are forever iced over,
the moments will find me.
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