I wish I could leave on tables…

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I wish I could leave on tables at cafés or on benches in parks, little pieces of paper with a few lines of poetry.
They would be like fallen Bougainvillea petals of various colors, waiting for someone to read them. And if they are read, I hope they illicit a smile or a joyous hum or a simple gesture of kindness.
The words need not be mine mind you, and each verse would be chosen with care and love.
My wish is to unburden the worried. With very little at my disposal, all I can offer is silent poetry.

Kenza.


Photo – Kenza, Sept 2018.