TO THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD
poets
are pirates
we take everything—
one’s look
and one’s smile
and the way that one sings,
one’s gestures,
one’s postures,
the sound of one’s laugh
and none sees us take it
like a flash photograph,
but take it we will,
absorb it, distill
it, until
we’ve made it our own
and the essence
of personhood
shines in a poem
Posted for
Open Link Monday
at the writers' group
Imaginary
Garden
withReal
Toads
