MY FRIEND WHO IS NOT A POET

Photo by S. Auberle

MY FRIEND WHO IS NOT A POET 

for Lucha

says she wants birds and water

and green grass

because it's been a long winter

she wants warm dirt and stars

because it's been cold and dark

and coyotes just because

and marsh marigolds

for sure says my friend

who is not a poet

the one whose lines I steal

because she never uses them twice

just casually tosses them out there

and goes on her way

words falling like blossoms

into my outstretched hands

no this is not my backyard this year...but soon I hope