You Bring Out the Poet in Me
The Walt Whitman in me. The E.E.
In me. The Poe and Anon in me. The caffeine-junkie in me. The pause
And reflect in me. The insomnia in me.
The imagination in me.
The wandering sailor in me. The thief in me. The romancer in me. The soldier in me. The
In me. The old-man in me.
You bring out the flower child
In me. The bamboo
Dress in me. You bring out the river-watcher
And wind-dancer in me.
You bring out Picasso in me. The soul-bearer
In me. The internal mirror in me. The purpose in me. You bring out the upside-
Down vantages of me.
You bring out the Greenpeace in me.
The justice in me.
You bring out the Luther King
In me. The Yoko Ono in me.
You bring out the story-weaver in me, the people-watcher in me.
The bench-warmer in me.
The New York Subway dweller in me.
You bring out memories
I`d wish I`d forgotten in me. in me. The sad adolescent
too old for her age in me.
with your luminous dress on
letting the wind caress your pirouette
in water, you are beautiful
O’ sister, the tide and its inhabitants applaud. I’ve got
My notebook and pen at the edge
Of riparian, afraid to jump in
- Carly Breault