The Cruelest Pretender

Poetry happens.
Intelligence doesn’t create it.
Talent is no guarantee.
Hard work mistakes it
For something else.
In the saddest scenario
Poetry appears, indifferent;
As police search your car
Lines of it detain you;
Ecstatic coactions
Of love, banal poetry;
A barren place, a singing wind;
An unexpected guest
Or confirmation of results.
Stop pretending.
Poetry happens.

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