Sunrise Poet - Oct. 2, 2022

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