The Poet
by Alicia Millar
When he talks
it's like poetry
his mouth seems to draw
the words from a colorful place
I'm the canvas on which he paints
a blank space, on these occasions we meet,
He transmits and I stretch myself across the frame
- try to make myself bigger
to catch all he says, unfiltered
I want to know what he knows,
and see what he sees
that I might reflect his kindness
a work of art
my friend
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