It was a humid night
And it rained lots of love
And when we woke up
It was raining light
So the seeds of the poems
Planted last night
Grew up like weeds
At the side of the road
There is no shame
To bend down
Pick some up
To flavor your cooking
There is so much light
They should be growing
Poems in everybody’s yard
Together with grass
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