I heard there's a cafe
whose only patrons are hungry poets.
You can grab your favorite latte
and dream dreams that can only be
Imagination.
Sculpt in the sky and revel in its beauty
Clouds become construction blocks
take it all in
and call it living.

Practice Pen Strokes and go swimming in words, like
real current events and conversation.

The paint of your tongue,
what EXCELLENT Palette.
Don't you see
We speak in
Masterpieces.

Not so far fetched, real
images that add color to our breath.