A geographer and a poet ?

I know, I loved him
I know, I do.
The man was tall and slender
With a very dark colored skin---
We never talked.
We never walked on the same path.
We showed we do not care for each other;
But we cared….in our mind.
We called it generation gap!
I read his poems and I copied his style
That’s how I started my journey……
the Journey of a young poet …
He read mine too,
When those used to be published in local magazines
Poetry cannot buy bread….he learned slowly….
with time, I learnt too….. “poetry cannot buy bread.”
That’s why I read geography…
I earn bread….
Lexington, KY: January 18, 2010