I seek no applause
For words are deaf
And poems are blind
But my heart knows
When I have written
Voice (to M. Espinosa)
After having just completed
My first good poem
I leapt to my
Feet in front of
My mentor and screamed
I found my voice
He grabbed my shoulder
And sat me down
Saying my dear boy
You’ve just begun to
Whisper and now forty
Years and thousands of
Poems I write with
The raspy voice of
Age preferring to whisper
Leaving the yelling to
The young and wondering
After all of this
Have I ever found
My voice at all
LoveAlone
And yet once again
I find myself saying
No to the things
That before I’d be
Saying yup yeah yessss
It’s odd you know
Realizing that for once
I have been satisfied
It’s like I no
Longer need Santa Claus
Cupid and Easter Bunny
Presents chocolates and eggs
Could love be like
That too now no
Longer needing the guy
Bringing the symbols to
Me and yet being
Able to enjoy the
Season alone in comfort
Both are indeed the
Fantasies of children and
Not required for me
There’s freedom in that
YouBean
I just saw a
Photo of someone else
Who I thought was
You but I knew
Wasn’t but the pangs
Of missing you reminded
Me of just how
Much I really do
Class
I could teach a
Master class in loving
Having done it often
But damn each time
That I finally learn
One I either pass
Or fail I guess
That learning to love
Is something that no
One ever graduates from
Because each new person
Is its own subject
