This next poem is dedicated to my students, present
and former.
They don't know that they're my teachers.
But I didn't want to shock them tonight.
But it's really dedicated to my teachers, former and present.
"A Young Poet".
"Some prefer being a yellow rose petal.
I learned when I traveled, a young poet saying a prayer
is a form of panic.
For begging beauty, one can hardly
blame the artist, sleeping like butter in the sun,
taking no action for action.