My giving you a poem.
Is like a car dealership giving the choicest vehicle.
Just hand the keys and say drive.
Just give the paper and say enjoy.
I could have gotten it framed.
But poetry is meant to be shared, not confined.
It was like I as a soldier
Had come home from a tour.
From a distant land
But this tour was closer to performance.
Out on the road in buses and hotels.
Reciting for the masses
Because you were not the first to read it, you know.
But I long to see how you think of it.
Do you like this poem?
Or is it meh?
I dread the thought
Of my poem causing so much indifference
That you cannot say words.
I want to cause the same sensation
Of an astronaut coming down to earth.
Because I am down to earth too
Just read my poetry.
And you will see such a marvel
They would have to start over ranking the Wonders of the World.