You know me, or you don’t.
Either way, I’m a little changed.
When I say ‘little’ I mean ‘a lot’.
But I still need my words to pour out. I still have a small , smouldering ember inside. It’s inextinguishable, despite many efforts.
I write things that aren’t poems, too. And yet, they are.
I’m not a fool, I know a great deal. How much I let on that I know…is another story.
Love to those who love me back.
And hello to you if you’ve just popped in.