A POEM,
becomes like an ice cream cone
meant to lick up with eyes, as if words are sprinkles.
And waffle cone is the screen that wraps the verse.

A POEM,
is the fuel that tickles consciousness
so one can fly inside another’s perspectives.

A POEM,
is like a cobblestone road where each word
is a stone meant to walk on with eyes.

A POEM,
is the gift the writer presents even if the two never meet.