Does the sky lay dormant
Stewing in its own blue
When no one's looking out the window?
There are too many people looking out the window
For the world to ever know.
Do the beds in hotel rooms
Leap up and dance
When no one is dreaming in their quilts?
Too many people are not at home
For the world to ever know.
Do the bears and the birds
Make love in the trees
When the T.V.'s don't tell them who to love?
National Geographic screams too loud
For the world to ever know.
Do the people here
Abandon politics and kiss
When they set their spite aside?
The people in this town are too full of hate
For the world to ever know.
What?! A titled poem?! Blasphemy!
In any case, this is my favorite that I've ever written... Hotel rooms are good for the writer, I guess... Something to do with taking me out of my comfort zone? Or maybe just insomnia from sharing a room with a snoring stepfather.
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