All lovers are poets

I paused today in the entryway, caught by a still image

Standing with my back pressed to the door frame, I played director

Dividing the world in symmetry

Between a well lit room, and a lone bellflower in a dark garden passage

And I wanted to give you my eyes

I never thought myself a poet

I know now there is no such thing, but only those who love

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