Found Poetry 644

6/28/21

brass instruments run laps around my ears
notes rush out of surprise
darting on air tracks
and not on parallel lines
with melody like unseen tides
oscillating to create time	

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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