Friday, September 15, 2006

A Poet

The girl in the line in front of me
cannot understand how her friend
could love a man like him.

"It's all words", she says.

And the friend desperately tries to explain.

But I know what it is to love
a poet

Seduced by the writer inside of him.

So I smile knowingly and stare
into the distance.

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