A poet

is only

a poet

when

he or she

writes

a poem

like

you’re only

alive

when

you breathe

or

a lover

when

you love

all the

poems

one writes

before

are of no

consequence

just like

all the prior

breaths

you’ve

breathed

Piggy

said

life

is

an

adventure

without

a

map

a

journey

without

stops

chartered

a

road

trip

upon

which

you

stop

when

tired

for

one

so

young

Piggy

knows

so

much

He

red

fruity

new

slate

dirt

steel

Bordeaux

Me

white

robust

old

tart

earth

oak

Burgundy

Us

distictive

different

paired

natural

expressive

rare

Poets

see

nouns

think

adjectives

hear

noise

think

symphony

feel

flesh

think

landscape

taste

bitter

think

succulent

we

think

things

through

things

 

Beauty

is

never

what

is

seen

it is

about

what

is

reflected

when

you

smile

I

smile

when

you

cry

I

cry

beauty

is

a

mirror