"I've got friends in town," he said.
"I like it here, swimming in the river, hiking the mountain."
"Will you write me a poem?" I asked.
"Sure," he said. "What about?"
"Anything you'd like," I said.
"Oh, that will cost you more, $5," he said.
I nodded and he wrote me a poem about the sidewalk, the parking lot, the people, and the mountain. It was a good poem.
"Are you managing okay?" I asked.
"I make enough to pay my rent," he said.
"What are your dreams?" I asked.
15 comments:
Excellent!!
Great hands shot! I see why you mention Julie on this post! :-)
Amazing and impressive. Congratulations.
As a poet of the galactic variety I approve of this young colleague...
Great post. I like the photo but the way you leave us with your copy was terrific.
Interesting! Very interesting.
The 'story' is developing so nicely . . .
Your postings about him are a poem for themselves!
Oh yes ...
Enlarging the image, the hands are quite delightful. So many things to like about this series, BC. Composing a "complete" post like this brings tremendous pleasure, yes?
They keep getting better! What a nice series!
On, that's very nice!
It's so different, very nice!
Léia
Lovely!
Turning into a real page turner I do hope this post alone exposes his and your talent to more people. I am actually envious you have such an interesting approachable person. My town, just not the same.
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