Green Ink

At home with the spiders,
Who web between hanging spades
And clay flower pots,
A poet pencils paper
With new romantic thoughts.
She finds her beat and measure
Far from radio transmitters,
She finds her rhyme and pleasure
Knowing silence makes her better.

Originally published March 2016

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