ANYTHING COULD BE A POEM NOW

 

ANYTHING COULD BE A POEM NOW

Anything could be a poem now

Without even half trying

Could wake itself up with its own old alarm clock

The kind you cant plug in

Do a few jumping jacks

Read its self help book

And get to work:

Stitching together

A few low lying clouds

There it is

It doodles in the sunshine

Nibbling on some candy corn

It curtseys in the rain

It gives a queenly half turned hand

In the carriage, in the Big Parade

The self made poem

Shiny pre Christmas I’m heeeere

It bounces through small canyons

Ready for the holiday rush

Or prefab, like a tiny house

Perched on a volcano.

mary angela douglas 23 april 2024