This man criticized my new friend for not paying me with money for a poem. I asked, “who are you to judge another person’s investment?” He repeated that line over and over again, as if singing a song. “Who are you?” he demanded in a deep melodic voice, emphasis changing each time. “Who are you?” He scared my friend away, then unkindly demanded I create a poem about my question.
A few weekends ago, I typed free poems for folks at WorldFest in Woodley Park here in the Valley. I had to leave the event early, so here’s one poem of many which were orphaned.