Poems ✍️

Every five years or so
since you were a boy,
a slender book of
maybe a dozen poems

gently human, like
a summer seashore
lapping at the heart,
leaving washed bright pebbles
like jewels

for each five years
a quiet poet, bright-eyed
with an inner smile
has walked around unnoticed

waiting for a poem to come to him
and yet
leaving the air around him clean
like a walk by the sea-shore

cleansed by the listening sight
of a world full of unwritten poems