What do I say, but that
I am new here.
Strange, being with
...
Bustling down to the waters edge, boulders waken
Everything.
Much like politicians when they are trailing in the polls.
...
The mists are almost always here.
Bad for hairspray. That gets quite
Costly.
...
But, sitting here, sipping wine, gazing out
At the Ocean
I forget the briefcase by my chair, forget
The laptop, just for awhile. Just forget.
...
There will be quite a bit of poetry forthcoming. I write constantly, as computers bore me easily. There is so much beautiful territory around here, I couldn't help but write about it.)
I'M New, Writing, And Wondering
What do I say, but that
I am new here.
Strange, being with
Poets who form
Groups
And
Friendship.
I had nothing
Else
To do,
After the
Clock said
I had done
Nothing
All day.
Does that
Make me
A poet?