Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
I talk to I, I talk to you
It is what we do, we do
First person, second or third
Flying as a bird
I sit with I, I sit with you
It’s simply what we choose to do
One person, or two, or three
As leaves on the purperley tree
