I wonder what poets that meet and visit have to say to each other . . . roses are red . . . love that is untrue . . . innovation and intention . . . some draft of political convention . . . those dreams . . . those screams . . . dug up words and graveside lines . . . something wise . . . something divine . . . a lover and another . . . perhaps dessert and a recent haiku . . .
I wonder what poets that meet and visit have to say to each other . . . roses are red . . . love that is untrue . . . innovation and intention . . . some draft of political convention . . . those dreams . . . those screams . . . dug up words and graveside lines . . . something wise . . . something divine . . . a lover and another . . . perhaps dessert and a recent haiku . . .