Friday, November 20, 2015

Poems and Prose #126 - Scenery

The philosopher asked me
if I am or if I'm not,
and I couldn't help but
purse my lips and shake my head a lot.

Thinkers, we conferred,
the lines between us blurred,
and we spent several hours asking
the other if they'd said what we just heard.

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