Kenneth Madden

Poetry in Motion

He wrote his poems on Leaves

he caught tumbling
Down the street
Then let them go again.

Poetry in motion

He sang songs into a headwind
They were there and not there
You can sometimes hear them
Whispered on a warm southerly
Especially if you’re near the water.

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