I've noticed I seem to like to reply to poems
with poems.
I don't think I do so on purpose,
it just seems to happen
while bounding
and rebounding
within the Energy
of the moment.

Something about it tickles me,
as if I'm living some sort of
improvised Shakespeare;
but, at the end of the day,
what is Shakespeare
but tactful lines
associated with a name
well writ once
and recited a trillion times more?

Not to downplay the brilliance,
of course,
but simply to say:
"what comes next?"

That,
my friends,
is up to us.

That,
I think,
is why I like to reply to poetry
with poetry.