Light from where I am <br />on one way streets <br />dark flickers over head. <br /> <br />The fields are green <br />and wide, <br />locked inside a fence. <br /> <br />My dear, <br />of course it helps <br />to see the face out side. <br /> <br />No one knows <br />with whom I speak but you. <br /> <br />Like the honest politician <br />or the judge <br />speaking as they speak <br />why no one hears. <br /> <br />Having conversations <br />underneath their heads <br />turning left and right. <br /> <br />Unless you use a word <br />they've read before.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/taking-notes-2/
