Poems for a Poet

Poems are for the poets

Surely not for me

“Words” are a better fitting

In the way I see

Although it has no pretense

No context

Or clearly guided path

I am just a homeless man

Not a gifted Sylvia Plath

Putting words to a paper

As fast as I can

There is no plan or arrangement

Just the connections made

And dues still to be paid

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