A Poet I am not. Not in the sense that I write poetry. Maybe wandering with a funny hat, or sleeping on the ground, or writing notes to girls or animals that appear or disappear and I am not astonished at all. I used to carry apples. Does that make me a poet? My friends said it made me an asshole. Ha!
This is only to say that my poetry is marginal at best. Try to be kinder to my words than my ego.