About
THE LAST LINE
Spring again, the air is warm
Thoughts are hazy, lazy day
A line slips out and disappears
Dandelion fluff, It blows away.
I search my mind, it won't return
Decide I will remain at home
And ponder why the poet tries
And thinks that he can write a poem.
A wisp returns, that line I lost
The blowing wind a seed did find
A brand new home, a place to grow
In the fertile fields of my mind.
