Morning Meeting with the Ghosts of Poets: Walt
Morning meeting with the ghosts of poets:
In the milky morning light joined by Walt.
He said, "I place my hand upon you that you may be my poem".
"Thank you" , I said then I wove a wool dreadlock in his hair.
We drank strong coffee and told each other everything.
He tapped my knee each time for emphasis.
I said, "I love the way your eyes smile even when you're not".
He said, "I love the way your face looks worried even when you're not".
We ate cheesecake and called it a meal.
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