I’m no poet


Can anything compare

With this joy so overwhelming?

Can anybody help,

But be carried away?


Can anything compare

With the joy

That a letter

From a dear you gives?


My love, I could cry,

Complain, scream, and

Preach in verse

With complete ease.


But the feelings you

Give me, though clearer,

Uh, ….. , though clearer,…..

Forget it!


You’ve convinced me.

I’m no poet.

Aug 1996


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