If I was a poet
I would write
About words curling up
And spit them out
Into the open road
If I was a poet
The sun would play
Havoc along the bed sheet
With your legs wrapped
Around mine
If I was a poet
The sparrows would
Talk their chirping beaks
And wake us up
Beneath the white blue sky
If I was a poet
The storms would brew
In my warm latte
And I would sing
The songs of destiny
If I was a poet
Dreams would rush
And fill the void
If I was a poet
Drums would roll
Thunder would clap
And lightning would flash
In delight of words
That would rush
Like wildfire
Along mountain forests
If I was a poet
A mere mortal poet
Than rainbows would dance
On white paper
And brown paper
And yellow paper
And green paper
Until all the earth would perish of trees
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The sun would play Havoc along the bed sheet With your legs wrapped Around mine.sparrows, the sunk the storm. so many ideas packed up in a very fine poem. thank u dear poet. mesmerizing. tony