Amateur
Like the tangible minds
---of those
who wrote a thousand words
before they had left,
this new wisdom,
unknowingly, steps into
their passion
---shut in a glass hour, yet not forgotten;
paper by the hand, pen stocked
between teeth, while thought wanders, looking
for the answers, the styles
and maybe, the rhythm---
the baton, so it seems, that have passed
unto him whose thought wanders around, looking
for the answers, the styles
and maybe, the rhythm
by those whose minds wrote a thousand words,
un-noticed, not until
he acclaimed one of their vibrant smiles
in a night of sensual poetry.
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