To the few poets i know

Lee, I’d love to pick your brain more times than I can remember.

Rud, we have so much to share. So far, though always close to me.

Abdul, you’re still my Ghanaian king, ever walking on high walls.

Ola, you remind me of a Spanish butter, the one that dreams to be heard.

Anty B, you take me to three different ages and making me long for all.

Younglan, I think of the Greek philosophers when I dream of you.

Lardo, you make me want to stay young and dreaming.

Hypermind, you teach me to dare; to risk it all and just live.

Tochi, I will find you with the wild and strangest things I know.

Vera