ENCRYPTION
At the radio station
The poet
Sitting next to me
Opened her notebook
And began to read
The most beautiful poem
Her voice
Traveled through
The air
I marveled at
The way she deciphered
So quickly
Her handwriting
When I open
My notebook
Sometimes I have
To guess at what
I have written
At the radio station
The poet
Sitting next to me
Opened her notebook
And began to read
The most beautiful poem
Her voice
Traveled through
The air
I marveled at
The way she deciphered
So quickly
Her handwriting
When I open
My notebook
Sometimes I have
To guess at what
I have written
2 comments:
As a poet, and an avid reader, I have to say that I very much enjoyed my leisurely stroll through your blog...it was time well spent; enriching and enlightening. I thank you...
Thank you for the kind words. You are always welcome here.
Juan.
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