Inside Out

 I start my day by reading a poem or two.

That's not quite true. Action retake.

I start my day with a cup of tea

then a walk with the dog

then another cup of tea

and maybe a slice of toast or two

and then I read a poem

letting it in

out of my head

into my skin

then upwards 

and outwards 

and into the universe

where petals are opening

to winged pollinator

and over the sound

of clock tick, 

and fridge hum 

the slam of same wing

into glass pane

not hard wired 

like light

or a poem 

to transmit itself 

outside in

and inside out.

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