A New Poem
Yesterday someone I don't know, a woman whose name sounds like MIA but it isn't quite MIA, she wrote to me and asked me the question WHAT IS A POEM. (How did she find me to ask? That is a poem.)
Dear Almost Mia,
I can't tell you want a poem is, although there are infinite definitions I often buy books where experts explain what poems are. They are very sure. Not me. For me, a poem is a moon. or a whisper. Even an unforgettable wail. A poem can even be a person. Yesterday I saw an old old woman sitting on a bench on 68th Street and Broadway and she was absolutely a poem.