a morning like this

 

A morning like this

asks for a slow wander,
pockets open to whatever

          the street forgets.


A bolt, a feather,

            a bit of wire

          bent by weather —
each one a quiet suggestion.


By midday the table

gathers its small findings,
and a shape begins to form,
unplanned, but allowed.

 

 

 

 

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Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-04-13 at 03:54

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Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh, this sounds like a very interesting idea for an art project. Very nice poem. Thank you for the walk along.

Sincerely,
Melinda
2026-04-13


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Found art is the often the best art.
2026-04-13


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Art in the making (and the writing). Blessings, Allen
2026-04-13