Tapping the
crazy rhythms
of their typewriters’
keys,
how these poets
mystically plant
their own typewriter
trees…
swinging
with breezes of emotion,
where the leafy
words rustle wild and free…
Slipstreaming
with florals of beauty,
these
merry-n-sweet gardens of poetry,
Poetry - isn’t
this what they call,
a
typewriter tree, a poet’s tree?!
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