Prompts for poems
can come from anywhere.
An unexpected letter from a college friend
that triggers a memory.
A slant of light that rekindles
another time and place.
The taste of chocolate (I'm remembering the taste
of chocolate icing on my grandfather's cupcakes).
The smell of the sea,
of saltwater.
The memory of summer vacations at the shore,
the sound of a seagull's laughter.
Poems are like the air--
invisible but everywhere.
You can inhale them
with each breath.
You can taste them before
the words form on your tongue.
You can see them
if you open your eyes.
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