Sunday, July 6, 2014

poetry within

there is poetry
in
the clerk
who rings up
your groceries
despite
the tired eyes,
the listless
look
of fatigue on
his grey
face.
the rounded
shoulders
holding up a white
shirt
and blue tie.
there is poetry
in his heart.
the music of words
and love,
joy and hope.
it's in there.
like a small
bird.
fluttering
it's wings
trying to get
out, but can't
and never will.

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