Pieces Of Earth

Pieces of earth lay fragmented about you
On your walk to work in the morning.
Shards of glass and blades of old bottles;
Puzzle pieces tossed in forgotten gutters.

Everything waits to be assembled –
Picked up in words and fit together.
Your poetry lifts you, it sets oceans
To cascade down mountainsides.

It creates romance between the man
On his bike and the bagel stores,
But like romance your words fade
Into themselves as time passes.

The earth in poems has a melody
That forgets the earth without, outside.
The harmony of the trash and grass
Eludes your wondrous, straining words.