FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

there was something about youth
it was so sweet and wild
carefree and not much settled about
thought

i reread what i have written when i was
sixteen. I laugh and giggle and forgive myself
for being lackadaisical
A puppy crossing the road where cars are rushing
and people hushed.

i am thinking of you. You always ask me to say
something about your poems.

i remember a shallow river where ripples are made.
You see the ducks and they like it in the deeper part.
Somewhere there is a dark blue portion
where silence lies where children are warned not
to go there.

Perhaps what you lack is a bitter heart.
The irony of life is that, it is the one which speaks
beautifully. It is the age where you choose silence.
And that is where the better ones are made.
Do not rush yourself. It will come
Naturally.