used to write poems
Driving backward towards the sermons
Thinking forward for the stop signs
Looking up and seeing airplanes
I used to write poems
Nudging moods to the alleyways
Skipping Waze and going 1950s
I used to write poems
In the Forever or never
my life confined to a
Forgotten moment parked
On a corner in the sun by
A broken lamp pole palm tree
I used to write, poet

christine hauer