I found this little idea in my notebook:
I saw a man last night dancing on the roof.
He wore a dark cowboy hat and a white jumpsuit.
A window just where his heart would be,
the light was on. That is when I knew,
he wasn’t real. I put on my glasses and he faded
into my imagination. I’m blind
but sometimes I see.
love the poem! do you write a lot of poetry?
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Thanks! No, I don't really write poetry. That was more of my angst ridden youth 🙂
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