Stowaway
You
came
to
Mexico
without
a
passport,
concealed
as
a
stowaway
in
my
heart.
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Welcome to my series, Incremental Poetry, where each week the featured poem will be one line longer than the one I share the week before. I have no idea how long I’ll keep this up, so we’ll just have to wait and see. Thank you for stopping by.
About the Poem:
Thoughts of my beloved went with me south of the border.
Scansion:
Word Sonnet
Introduced in 1985 by New Formalist, American poet Brad Leithauser
One word per line
Some believe it ought to follow a sonnet rhyme scheme
Dark Side of the Moon 