actual poet

kind, and encouraging voices are rare and you never know who might see your work.

This actual poet writes me silly poems.

He's there and I can't explain it.

A lifetime of experience and things lived I only imagine

and this actual, famous, poet writes me silly poems.

I wonder why ME??  Why is he wasting time with ME?

This sapient, hopelessly encouraging, ego boosting poet

who writes me silly poems.

It's confusing.

My mind paints countless canvases of doubt for me

like our connection is fragile tissue, perishable suds.

Surely one day I will find him bored and gone.

This actual, famous poet that writes me silly poems.

Author's Note

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