There is a poem in every moment
as every moment is poetry in itself:
the paperball hookshot rebound with the hobo
a puppy thrust upon me in an outdoor café
as her owner pleads to the police anonymously
the glance-backs of the young and beautiful
walking in one city
exploring in another
sleeping in a third
candlelight just when all gets too dark
and a lonely poet
trying so hard to process the complex sorrows of his life
pouring a thousand books of emotions
into
one
simple
poem
af
(written with pen on paper)
Love you bud! I hope your lonliness is filled with companionship, joy, community, comraderie, understanding, compassion, connection and mutuality. I’m here for you. Love you! Matty