Attention to detail

If you think poetry is stupid 

I feel bad for the way you view

the world. Our little planet has

so much to say but no one 

takes time to listen. I wonder what else 

you choose to ignore so blatantly, if you 

care to know how she is doing today,

or if she needs to hear your voice

wrap around her head, cradle

her fragile mind. No one smiled at her

on the train into the city and

her lips begin to tremble as the

moon rises to whisper

“goodnight, my darling”.

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