Now please
don’t read these words
like they are rocks
that need climbing
This one has no reasonable
perch to land on or
clear message to suitcase
and walk away with
Just sit there and pretend
there’s a piece of chocolate here
or a beverage for your time
or a candle to warm your hands
For me poetry is the door I open
for everyone to enter and laugh
at my baggy shorts and slouched
and shirtless writing position
Forget about the words and relax
grab a morning seat and don’t even wonder
how lyrics narrow the distance between us
it’s only apple strudel and Cuban coffee