i read my poem

to an old friend

he assumed it

was about him

it caught me so

off guard when

he began to sob

i had meant it

to be humorous

seeing him cry

brought tears to

my eyes as well

so there we sat

two grown men

sobbing together

over a silly poem

about time travel

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poems are paper planes–

we send them out, not knowing

where they might touch down

–photo by me