Strings
the guitar player
strumming Moonshadow
at the zoo
looks up
searching the line
of moms and dads
waiting at the train ride
and realizes
i’m the only one
listening
really listening
so we pass a smile
and a nod
between us
enjoy the moment
then move on
each to the beat that
drives us
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The flow and descending structure of this poem is crafted well. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you Doug, and Wendy, Jasmine, Tony. Your feedback keeps me going.
life is a poem. Thanks for sharing.
I know this moment. Thank you for making something lovely with it.
“A beat that drives us…” we need to keep this in mind as we pass through this time of fear and wonder.