Dear Poet

Written by: Mike Walsh

Dear poet,
just another verse.
Some words to meet
the years become elastic
sketched and stretched 
around a lifetime.

A poet on a wire,
in the air forever
to create the perfect line
while words just lay about like stones
like stones in waiting
for a cadent hand.

So you and I
we worked the training weights
to get us in the frame
to pick up stones.

And you found the little places
all along the walls
to make them safe 
you placed them.

Let them rest there for always
or only for a moment
to ignite and flame
into another mind.
Dear poet, 
just another verse.