Chaarzarul Rockett (Baton Rouge, Louisiana)
The Poem Hunter
I'm the flower you didn't see
when you looked upon the spreading tree.
I'm the truth you didn't see
when you read the book of catastrophe.
When all the flowers have been pulled
and the truth found in the tree,
You can look for more, and more, and more,
but then, you will just find me.
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