poem- story place

i like this one

Shawn L. Bird

My words

want a place

up high, where they

can fly in on pieces of sky,

and settle into story.

My words

want a place

where  the stripe of the highway

guides them here and away.

My words

want to sit in

molten sunbeams

simmering as ideas, waiting

to bubble into book life.

My words,

wish the window wasn’t

so far away, and the world

outside did not beckon

with so many responsibilities.

My words

want a place

where time stops,

where only they and I exist

and together, we mold worlds.

 

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