Today I met a traveling poet
who had claimed no home
but the comfort
he found in his words

She says
"I don't understand poetry"
And She says
"I love him"
Well
She doesn't know
he is poetry.              
A spectacular mystery
A delightful subtlety
A connectedness

A lifetime of wonders can be found in his eyes.

And i am a poet

That moment in summertime
when, for no good reason,
you feel inclined to jump in the swimming pool

Your
new shoes
expensive watch
and dry clothes
don't matter anymore

You wish to
ruin everything
for a moment's bliss

                *that is me and you

Show me
Your dark soul  
And
Light brown eyes

Tell me
The truth
That
I've grown to despise

Love me
With the heart
That
Likes to hide

Show me
Your dark soul  
And
Light brown eyes

And
I can't tell if I'm
Alice
Or
The Mad Hatter
In this crazy wonderland

I noticed

  Today, in class, I noticed you.
I noticed that at just the
right time of day,
when the weather is perfect
and the sun shines through the windows,
my shadow appears
on the back of your shirt.
And, in the strangest of  ways, it was one of the most
beautiful things
I have ever seen.
And then, in the next instant,
I became sad when I noticed that
you,
my friend,
will never know the
beauty
of my shadow
because it will always be at your back.
. It will always be in your blind spot.

And what a shame that is.