If a poets a deer than
a poems his antlers.
If a poets not free than
a poem will banter.
They both hope to live
to see better times
but the answers not always
where the question rhymes.
As i read a poem i speak to
the poet. As i watch the sun set and rise and set
again.
I wish to set the poet free from
the poem he's encased in.
And maybe when are to worlds meet
will speak to one another as are feet
fall into beat.
