i am strange today
i had my class in the usual manner
i have my coffee next to me on my table
with few crackers and nuts and
cheese flavored potato crisps
while i was discussing things to my students
Jim, Evan, Diane, Sarah, Amy but
i can never think of any reason why i keep
reading your poems in the middle
of this routine, my joyful, sorrowful,
gloroious and the mystery of light,
yeah i know it, i don't have an answer
i just love the poems you wrote
even it's not for me
i like it, i love it,
i was moved
sometimes
lustfully.
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