Men of a certain age with long hair, wild beards and an occasional hat
Women of a certain age with long flowing hair and dresses
Worthy young men, hipster beards with wonderful turns of speech “just here to suck it up” (presuming not referring to drinking his tea from a saucer).
Conversations flow “I’m writing again, took a moment”
“Have you read this Mexican writer – such passion, And he’s unknown” (presumably not in Mexico – but who knows).
“He only wrote three books then died” (TBH I was unsure on how to understand that).
So, as I sit here in my red cords, putting on my green shoes with their big yellow laces, I wonder why some poets are so strange!!