A
Pocketful of Zen
She would rather be
naked
Or elegantly
dressed
But I see her in
underwear
I sit and think
The words form just
inside my head
No one to listen
John Lennon on the
radio
Still alive
Imagine.
The pen does not
write
It translates thoughts
Into words
The Poet sees
But does not say
The Poem says
But does not see
Martin
Swords
Jan
2014
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