and that's very close.
poetry, like dialogue,
doesn't read as literature.
that was my disclaimer
prelude to say
of a thousand poems here
the most sought is
the one about my brief encounter
with renowned violinist Antonio Salvatore.
if we met again we
wouldn't know each other
it was a good day for both of us;
life has that happen occasionally;
ducks in a row
and pleasant times occur.
5 years ago we met on a bus,
chatted, end of story, basis for poem.
http://warmingtrend27.blogspot.it/2010/04/antonio-salvatore.html
