(Laly) (standard:poetry, 125 words)
Author: BlackSun	Added: Apr 07 2006	Views/Reads: 3025/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
"if poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, don't bother."

(Laly) 

You ask me, “Why don't you write me poems anymore?” And I can't answer,
I laugh; I shake you by the shoulder And make you laugh too And you 
forget For now Your question And I'm glad 

How can I tell you I'm tired of writing poetry, I want to live poetry
I'm tired of reading poetry, I want to make it. 

I look at you Talking You have already forgotten your question 

You know that girl crossing Jinja road You were at University together
Is it okay to call her over You haven't seen her for so long 

There's no pause with you And in the Spring toilet mirror I see what you
won't see This poet has been dead a long time 


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