When I read poetry
I climb into
The perspective of others
Rest in its arms
Snuggle in its lap
Sit at its feet
Content for a moment.
This is how someone else
Sees things.
I stay there
Awhile
Until it’s right
To venture forth;
Open my arms;
Sit down so my lap
Is available;
So even my feet
Are inviting;
I wait.
I write.
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