A poem discovers itself along <br />the line. Toggle an image free <br />from a fabric of words, and a poem <br />unravels, whole and complete... <br />There's the marble bench halfway <br />down the Azalea Way, and nearby <br />in a white leaf magnolia, a single <br />silk veil was left as a love token. <br />Three sparrows perch high above, <br />they display no impatience <br />about the human drama yet <br />to unfold. A block away, at a busy <br />coffee shop, a man and a woman share <br />gleeful intimacies over espresso and cream.<br /><br />Daniel Brick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ars-poetica-a-sonnet/
