PoemsDoor (to Bean)


In the world

There are periods

Commas semi-colons colons

Also question marks

And exclamation points

All word rudders

Steering the eye

From wandering off

Or meaning beacons

Drawing thoughts close

Home to shore

Me I rarely

Use them preferring

You to follow

Only my voice

As I lead

Through the forests

Of my imagination

Leaping from craggy

Cliffs to surf

Hopelessly breathlessly wanton

With you there

Exhausted and laughing

At poems door