Through swiftness and air,
the river and music flow.
An essential service,
like the morning paper.
I know you all.
But a travelling poet,
with thoughts like falling snow.
Is no longer an essential service.
Who knows anymore
how to write poems?
He was such a quiet boy once
Through swiftness and air,
the river and music flow.
An essential service,
like the morning paper.
I know you all.
But a travelling poet,
with thoughts like falling snow.
Is no longer an essential service.
Who knows anymore
how to write poems?
A Wandering Poet 