My Friends
My friends are poets.
Breathing duende into souls,
setting lives on fire.
They stay up long past bed-time
translating the wondrous.
Do they never sleep?
I hear them chiseling words,
smell them in my sheets,
taste them in meals of dark birds.
And when they leave –
such silence
Copyright © Adel Gorgy 2013 Photograph Traces of Pollock # 9
Cross-Cultural Communications Art & Poetry Series Broadsides # 55
