So They Say
Poets write of love
but I only know me
and me I don’t know
Some songs sing seas
and please let that wet
water now
Winds whisper when
where and there mingle here
sum how
But low light licks
both sides the mind
comes and goes
And philosophers tell whys
but it’s the lies
raise wise
Don’t you know
– Smith, 9.13.2016
