walking across the east village
warm windy spring night
that handsome hipster
cat with that hat
breezed by
blocks beyond
crowded church
basement hall
standing room
reading
to my surprise
that very guy
my mind
ears & eyes
mesmerized
waiting outside
stalking
poetic prey
make my move
get my groove
I know a little place
that is near my place
Dante’s Place
where whiskey flows
like a towering inferno
until dawn
tiramisu is divine
materialized metaphors
simulated similes
for hours & ours
beginning without end
listening to all his free verse
who knew he knew
how to rhyme me
that is how
I fell In love
with the poet
with the fedora
TERRENCE SYKES
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