Poets Journey
I think I will write a poem about you
but please turn around
so I can see your face.
How can I describe
the prism of colors
that reflect off your tears?
And if I set down
this heavy laden duffle bag
would you fetch me a pen?
I could scribe the journey
on the back of your shirt
and you can read it tomorrow
as I stand at your neighbors door
with my coat collar turned up
waiting for my next muse to answer.