remember the Poet,
loosed lipped and easy at the hip
her taste buds are still forming
her mind still wondering if the goose bump will drench your skin
the skin you love.
Remember the timing of what was right
right before the fight came storming.
the stars missing the gaze of
your eyes watching out as they passed her by.
Remember the HEY that the horse ate
and the tan lines of laugh lines
now torn tears from good bye.
hold tight and ache why, ask why, be why
Remember why not…
Remember the wander of the wonder
how words came about from ink of swivel
now the flick of the tip just the tip tip tip
that caries meanings she herself
would never dare to dream of knowing she dreamed of.
Remember that day when the sun lifted the spirit
and your dress while you danced.
the poet birthing
to the gods created before the gods,
created after, and the ones no longer needed…