Poetry For Everyday People
Where Quiet Gardens Bloom
I feel a gentleness
at times,
a peace,
I wish I could
master,
something much higher
than my middle finger
and the guy trying
to run me off the road,
it's homemade soup,
it's Thanksgiving,
it's Christmas,
it's Ramadan,
it's helping
a stranger,
it's a friend
calling when
you're on your last
minute of sanity,
and you end up laughing,
one day
it's a cold beer
at your favorite bar,
the next you're
burying a friend,
the next you're
packing up
what you can't
put into a suitcase,
life's sadness
eats me, and I try
to find that place,
sometimes it comes easy,
a light just falls
over me, snow falls
in June, just for me,
roses
big as love
big as hearts
gentle
in the presence
of a poem.
at times,
a peace,
I wish I could
master,
something much higher
than my middle finger
and the guy trying
to run me off the road,
it's homemade soup,
it's Thanksgiving,
it's Christmas,
it's Ramadan,
it's helping
a stranger,
it's a friend
calling when
you're on your last
minute of sanity,
and you end up laughing,
one day
it's a cold beer
at your favorite bar,
the next you're
burying a friend,
the next you're
packing up
what you can't
put into a suitcase,
life's sadness
eats me, and I try
to find that place,
sometimes it comes easy,
a light just falls
over me, snow falls
in June, just for me,
roses
big as love
big as hearts
gentle
in the presence
of a poem.
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Where Quiet Gardens Bloom
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