Seated near the beach
watching sand, sea, people and traffic on the
road whizz past by
we, with our nerdy glasses mounted on noses
dishing into books of poetry we were reading aloud
reflections of poetic transactions of poets
wanting to express part of themselves
finding their way into the minds of readers like us;
I knew then that we shared something that could not be taken away from us, ever, wherever we may be,
you with your gentle heart, open mind,
me, wanting to dive even if thoughts were threatening to capsize
in those moments of literary fervour and common desire
our thoughts merged to form a poem of it’s own
which we would recite someday together, aloud
to another creative whirlpool seated in a garden maybe
while we picked daisies and sunflowers to adorn
the vases lying idle in our minds.
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