Poetry
1 min
Look Up!
Benjamin Lete
From these battered
uneven roads
constantly traversed.
Stop staring. Stop searching.
I have become too reliant
on an imagination rotten with;
second-rate novels,
images soaked in salt,
and memories
desperately clawing back.
Instead
Look Up!
Through the trees,
and their leaves.
Notice anew,
things never seen.
The purple hyacinths are dancing this Spring
and the birds are cheering their song.
uneven roads
constantly traversed.
Stop staring. Stop searching.
I have become too reliant
on an imagination rotten with;
second-rate novels,
images soaked in salt,
and memories
desperately clawing back.
Instead
Look Up!
Through the trees,
and their leaves.
Notice anew,
things never seen.
The purple hyacinths are dancing this Spring
and the birds are cheering their song.
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