a rock that shines in the shadows
a tree that bends with no wind
a water plant in drought
stardust in your hair
water droplets after a rain
"good" poetry comes
writing itself
leaving me surprised
and breathless
with its truth.
good poetry
spews and bubbles
like a science student volcano
and grows and flows
i transcribe the dictation
and when its finished
i step back and read
filled with joy
and say, Wow!
who wrote that?
