Edward Schwartz / Joan Schwartz
THE LAST LINE Spring again, the air is warmThoughts are hazy, lazy dayA line slips out and disappears Dandelion fluff, It blows away.I search my mind, it won’t return Decide I will remain at home And ponder why the poet triesAnd thinks that he can write a poem.A wisp returns, that line I lostThe blowing wind a seed did findA brand new home, a place to growIn the fertile fields of my mind. 3