(Dedicated To His Poetic Friends)


I had a meeting to attend, you know the kind,
It meant my future and involved a "lot" of moan-nay
Business had been slow and I was getting hungry
Heard the wolves at my front door, I knew I had
To do something, and do it in a hurry.

It had rained the night before. I had bought a new brief-case,
And a suit, but my car, looked like poodle-poop!
So, to the car wash I went, I needed to look sharp
And shinny, this deal meant a lot to me,
Can’t afford to feed the wolves, now can we?

So, there I was at the automatic, clean your car,
Make you look great, get that deal, car wash
Damn, so many cars ahead of me. Will that darn,
Muddy pick-up truck dictate my destiny?
What rotten luck, it will take forever
To clean that pick-up truck!

Finally, my turn, okay, punch in the code,
Great, the little screen said go! Oh, but wait,
Hadn’t noticed this before, guess the wind
And rain had stuck a little flower, to my window
I see it now, stuck in the corner.

This little flower was so beautiful,
I thought of all it had been through,
Just to end up on my window
Now, I planned to send it through
This hot, air-blown, watery hell?

No, not me, I am a poet, beauty is too hard to find
And I’ll not destroy any, that comes to me!
So, I got out of my car and behind me
I heard, horns starting to honk,
Some non-index fingers,
I saw, all pointed right at me.

Yet, my poet’s heart, said save this little flower
From a hot and watery death, and this I did
I gently lifted, the beautiful, little flower and set her
upon the dash board of my exotic, but not too pretty car.

Then, as I started to drive in, horns still honking,
There was this tapping on my window.
I hit the automatic window button,
Expecting to see a fist, as my window
Came sliding down.

Then I saw, this lovely lady, her eyes as green
As any emerald ever found, a smile that would
Force the sun to seek shelter
Behind the nearest cloud.

Then, she said to me, I saw what you just did
For that little flower and though we both know,
It will wilt and fade away. But, I saw such
A tenderness, as I have never
Seen before, in any other man.
I just wanted to ask you why you
Did that for such a little flower?

Well, I gave this lovely, lady my sincere reply,
She had so, surprised me, no reason for me to lie,
And I told her why. She smiled, then hell,
She just walked away, got back
Into her car, and that was it!

Anyway, I got to the meeting and sharp,
Clean, polished and "ready" was I.
Every question they asked of me,
Nailed them, every one and never spoke a lie.

Then, the presiding, big wig said, that is enough,
This board is satisfied, you can do the job,
But there is one more, that you must convince,
Meet our President, MS"., then, guess who walked in?

Point: love yourself because you love beauty
and as a poet, you must protect it,
believe me, you will be rewarded.

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