She drove an unnoteworthy distance,
in the backseat of a car.
Her eyes followed the telephone wires,
that for her, formed musical bars.
A poem was stuck in her head,
the words: incomplete,
they were weightless and simple
yet still, inevitably concrete.
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Hey you! I'm glad you found me:)
Pretty much any poem by Margaret Atwood or Naomi Shihab Nye is amazing. I also am a big fun of Billy Collins, especially "Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes" and "Some Days." Anything of Dorothy Parker's is also awesome.. that's all I got for now.
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