Poetry is the deification of reality.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
At least I've learned this much
Life doesn't have to be
All poetry and roses Life
can be bus rides, gritty sidewalks,
electric bills, dishwashing,
chapped lips, dull stubby pencils,
with erasers chewed off,
cheap radios played too loud,
the rank smell of stale coffee,
yet still glow
with the inner fire of an opal,
still taste like honey.