It’s getting so
That I can barely finish
Reading a love poem
Or any poem for that matter
Without your day dream image
Appearing unannounced and
Knocking my concentration
Completely of track
And I find myself
Having to read the same lines
Over and over...
And I find myself
Having to read the same lines
Over and over....
I’m sorry,
what was I saying?
Ken Owen
January 2018 Van Niddy Press
January 2018 Van Niddy Press
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