don’t call him at dawn
or knock even if
the lights are still on
he’s up
but unavailable
already gone
to a world the bans
casual conversation
he’s sent invitations
in his dreams
to bring words together
phrases who never met before
ideas that live far apart
and how does
any poem start
but with a party
of strangers
dancing on paper
some
who will become
fast friends
before it’s all over
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