well she starts with hello how are you <br />i say, i am fine how about you? <br /> <br />she is not, perhaps, she has a quarrel <br />with her boyfriend <br />and they will soon be married this september <br />then to be changed this june <br /> <br />is she confused? i ask myself as i type <br />my messages, she says, maybe, <br /> <br />then we shifted to movies, <br />wings, chicago, as good as it gets, <br />the corny titanic, and i recommended <br /> <br />il postino, i tell her, watch it tonight <br />and you will like neruda <br />and this postman and this love <br /> <br />how a poet makes love <br />more open and visible and <br />expressable <br />to the lips of a seasick man in an island <br />that does not move with time <br /> <br />slow, and almost forgotten <br />until, the son of a dead man <br />who thanked the poet <br />talks to him <br /> <br />his father gone <br />but the love still lingers <br />in the island <br />where some poems were born <br />because <br />one must love <br />and be loved and the poems must give the tongue <br /> <br />for that expression.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-chat-with-a-friend-whose-name-you-need-not-know/
