He woke, a bit too early <br />on that Saturday in May. <br />And could no longer fight <br />the smoke-filled fact of <br />what others had already seen <br />so long ago. The talent. <br />There was no question now, <br />but how does one who floats <br />on cushions of reluctancy, <br />meaning respect, on loan <br />until it's graduation time. <br />How does this expert, <br />on paper anyway, <br />change course <br />halfway to liberation? <br />It will be tantallising <br />and voulez-vous? <br />But I can wait <br />until the man, <br />if he does have it, <br />comes out and states <br />his truth. <br />And when it happens <br />it will be certain <br />that he and I <br />are just like cousins, <br />so do we shake?<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-what/
