eduardo tee - Bewildered Muse

Not every poem is a first
love lost, a walk
in the wood, or war,
the folly of man, death,
a scarlet bloom

Or the embrace
of a child, cat's
paws, snow
and bunnies, oil
burning, black satin
teddy, trembling
shoulders, soft
orange moon

Or floats
a clear brown river, returning
back, illuminating
past, making
believe, terrifying
truth

Or is a window
or a door
or even vacant slabs
of brittle lawn

Not every poem beats
hearts

Or is white
cold bathroom tiles

Or is a mirror

This one
Not even
this one

eduardo tee

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