2/3/93- Me and Him

                                                2/3/93
 
                 Me and Him
 
 Before
 I never thought I had it in common
 With the true word sculptors
 Those who make it sound easy
 How it washes over the page and heart
 Visions that are at once unique and thematic
 To see the subject in another
 To read further is to discover
 Faces in coconuts, ship whistles in water pipes
 Floral texture and odor adorn the margin
 Coincidental metaphors waiting at the beach
 How nice not to feel alone
 Writers often find their elements waiting outside
 To be discovered.