Queer Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello
Queer
I love the tickle of pouring rain on my palm
Marvel at caressing sand on my toes
I like bird songs, my music when morning comes
A time to relish the touch of a satin petaled rose.
You say I seem to be rather queer
With my world that's seen so differently
By now I think you know it's very clear
I've got the habit of thinking... in poetry.
All rights reserved ~~~ Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~09.18.13
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4/25/2024 8:21:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
that's true poetic thought, Cynthia, you're breathing poetry.