To Write A Poem For A Stranger
To write a poem for a stranger
Is to hand them your diary
It is giving them X-ray goggles
It is jumping off a cliff
Without checking for your parachute
It is painting a Siberian tiger
When all you've attempted are trees
It's handing them a briefcase with a million dollars
And hoping they don't give it away
It is ordering lunch in Paris
And hoping the waiter speaks English
This is the first time I've spoken to you
And I'm speaking a language
You may have never heard
You might be fluent
Or you might furrow your brow
And back away slowly
From me,
A foreigner.
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