I really hope she reads the preceeding poem. . . Not that I am some dorky fan wannabe or any such nonsense, I like knowing that a poem I wrote is seen by the person I created it for. . . . . It is weird seeing the look in their eyes as they realize it is for and about them. And should I be so lucky, if I get it published, I feel like I have given them the poem all over again. I do not know how I do it. It is not like I can turn it on and off, or even say "today, I am going to write a poem about clouds."
I just let it come to me, like the mother of modern poetry Amy Lowell taught. It is very Buddhist when you think about it. . . .
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