Sometimes I see poets’ faces
On faces on the street
On people who walk by
I see the poets’ faces
And I wonder if
It’s a coincidence
That I keep seeing people
Who look like poets
Or maybe
Those poets
Whose faces I see
Are connected with me
And we are bound together
In some spiritual way
Or maybe
It really was the poets themselves
Who I saw walking down the street
It could have been
For all I know
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