You know when you’ve read a poem
Not by its questionable rhyme Nor its disdain for punctuation And complete disregard for time Not by its love for the ordinary Nor its refusal to stay on the page Not by its willingness to hold you While you break free from Maya’s cage Not by its rare discernment Nor its way for making you think Not by its need to meet you While your soul steps out to drink You know when you've read a poem When you have no wish to speak For the words that came upon you Said what your heart told you last week
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