Troy Ulysses Davis
Marathons (Mirrored Acrostic) - Poem by Troy Ulysses Davis
Muses inspiration in preparing a poem.
A length of time. A certain agenda.
Reading to improve, registering on the radar.
A poetic troupe from Europe, Africa, Asia.
Theatrics magic, an intellectual treat.
Homage, honesty, romance, a bash.
Open the heart to a different improvo.
New poets done? Gone too soon.
Such is the stage, an everchanging class.
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