Post-Poetry

When a poem is finished
and the words seem complete,
what remains?

Bruce:

Hopefully nothing.

Breath softly,
then listen closely –
between each heart beat
is new poetry.

Anya:	Hey wait a moment! I've got enough poetry.
Carlos:	Yeah – doesn't the author know when to end?

Close your eyes,
then look far away –
art in each moment
and each day.

Devani:	Okay - that's enough.
Anya:	Same here.
Bruce:	With stuff like this, no wonder some folks proclaim poetry is dead!