Cohabitation
There is a certain kind of poetry
in a good lie. Just ask
the mockingbird that sounds
like a mail truck backing up.
Ask the walking-stick bug
alit on the forsythia.
I make up
stuff for a living. I make up
a living, here with you, and I guess
there has always been a certain
kind of poetry in that, too.
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Nice one. Wish this making up words made up more money!