A Familiar Poem

​The reality is

I never walk into a poetry show

As a stranger

I walk the words draped from my jeans

Lips parted for thoughts to escape

Swaying like islands breeze

Driving top down roaring loud

Speak to me poetry

Yes you remember me ❤

I wasn’t gone so long that you forgot

Yes …You still know me.

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