Not Remembering Which Day Poem by Kong Yin

Not Remembering Which Day



Not remembering which day
I began to write poetry,
I recall only that it rained.

Crowds gathered
in front of a gate,
trembling, waiting for the sky to clear.

Around the gate I walked
into a desolate yard
where fallen petals covered the ground.
Piece by piece I picked them up
and placed them on my heart.

That day I was soaked.
Coming out of the yard,
I turned into a poet.

Not Remembering Which Day
Monday, December 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poet
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