Kerri Shying R # 96 It's like poetry

It’s like poetry.

He said 

poetry in motion

 there was that time I fell off the porch

lay in the side passage

while old Ted

sadly trapped himself

with a belly full of fluids

waited for the ambulance

with me

it wasn’t what was meant

poetry eludes me

escaping phrases

fly

like butterflies

like pantry moths

I open cupboards

in my mind

see wings

and out they

fly