Poetry
When I first came across poetry
I imagined poets who intuited
And played with minds like mine.
I imagined them high all day, waking up
A pot of coffee and back into the humour
Of mind transmission. And I was right.
I imagined loads of us imagining each other
All over this dramatic globe.
Strong-minded, humourous, good-looking
Sitting in our quiet rooms guessing
The responses to our work.
It was an inspiring illusion.
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