“What is Possible” poem by Michael Warne

What is Possible

poem by Michael Warne

Close fall bark.

Walking through the woods,
I can’t help but wonder:
do I make this much sound
in the city?

Door closing,
keys falling,
barking.

I’m only now noticing
the way couch potatoes
grow eyes and roots,
and how bookworms
never crawl.

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