I met the dead poet in a Mexican cafe,
I knew him right away.
Some say he disappeared,
that he never died,
so I was not surprised.
Reading his poems all these years,
he simply heard his lines,
in my mind, somehow.
He sat down,
quietly reciting
the poem I love the best.
Moonchild Diva
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-poet-2/
