by Mary E. Lowd
Oh, you hated my poem?
I’ll write another one
But not for you
(You’re so vain)
I’ll write two
I’ll write them twice as fast
Twice as long
Maybe make them into songs
Because I like how the words
Play together
Tripping & skipping
Through my mind
I’ll get lost in their lines
And I won’t mind
Not one bit, because I’m glad to be here
Lost in a world
Where only the kind
Are invited
To join