Blessing

I write on the train

at the traffic lights

in bed

before shower

I interrupt conversations

to write something down

Sometimes I don’t have

a pen and a paper on me

and the poems leave my head

and move on

Poems have wings

they travel

they gift me with sounds

ellina zipman

Melbourne/June2014

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