Ordinary World

Life is lived simply and happily.

In an ordinary world,
poets do not
notice chemists.
Poetry does not
exist. Green
trees everywhere, but
Robert Frost never wrote
the path among them.

In an ordinary world,
I would never.

Fancy that,
you and I meeting.
One finds the unexpected answers.

© 1993, 1994 Wayne Pitcher

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