O.M.G. my friend. If only I could do what you do. Seriously.

I read this beautiful, beautiful poem of yours and this is what I thought:

What does he do? How does he do this? Does he take an old school dictionary, leaf through the pages, slowly. Use his photographic memory to select words that make him smile. Sit quietly with some sort of writing implement and magically string together those words in rows, like Christmas tree lights.Then he gets up, plugs the cord into the receptacle and Voila, his lines make his reader’s minds sing?

No kidding. I took a chance and told you exactly what ran through my mind just now.