By Talin Mari
I write in the evening like the avant-garde,
Moving from café to café without regard.
With my coffee cup always on my side,
I write wonderfully throughout the night.
My ideas and ambitions floating about,
One word at a time I think is only allowed.
Not worrying about the past times,
Write, write, write new stories in these lines.
Caring about giving it good structure,
I am the avant-garde destined to write.
Every word helping contribute its own story,
Of kindness and peace without worry.