RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Unanticipated Joy - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Buzzing my mind with saxophone tenors, reverberating
through an interior sound system, collecting thoughts
and dutiful images intuitively felt - always at the
sound of musical notes bound to literature in it's
beginnings and creations.
Lively, unanticipated joy usurping sorrow and sending
it to another plain for now.
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