Rain drops like beans hitting

Rain drops like beans hitting a bucket,

flying down the stairs, through the flush

of daffodils down the toilet

creating sunset golden swirls

 

swirling, twirling, dancing lightly on summer night skies

of evening twilight where words jumble between the lines

because that's what poetry means to me

 

it's how I feel and what I see 

and every bit of the humming 

and singing and dancing 

that makes me brave and share

what poetry means to me

 

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