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Sometimes
It is the scent of her
After a lengthy
Fragrant shower
And the next hour
Or two
Me and you
Don’t remember anything
Sometimes
It is what you see
Most unexpectedly
Within the corridors of your daily walk
A conversation overheard
Or a private talk
It triggers something long lost
In the back of your mind
Please be kind
While I finish the rest of this poem
Sometimes
A pebble will fall into the lake
No sound will it make
In a sense that makes you wanna
Swing and sway
The melody
The bass line
Makes you feel some kind of way
Sometimes
Like tonight
I didn’t have my pen in hand
Feeling quite alright
Just having on a random music playlist
And in the mist
Comes a song
The artist
Before I have never heard
Listening between slow sips of wine
To every word
Lyrics seem to be a poem
I could
And should have loaded into the chambers of my pen
And this is when
I reached for it
And wrote this
Sometimes
A poem
Is birthed just that way
Sing on
While I continue to write this
Poem
Or a continuation of your lyrics
My muse for the moment
Sister Maysa
