HANDS ACROSS THE WATER

A neophyte, unsure of ability,
the consummate of fair gentility,
poetic posturing her new dance,
if she gave her muse a fighting chance.

And he, no veteran as they go,
ensconced knee deep in Buffalo,
writing rhyme, a haiku harrier,
reaching across this Great Lake barrier.

The poetess, her verse inspires,
fueling his poetic pyres,
And poet, his sheer numbers "wow" her,
with assumed poetic power.

A stretch to think their muse would tie
their muse together, eye to eye,
across the lake, this eerie connection,
a proving ground of poetic perfection.

As the water rolls and churns,
confidence and strengths are learned,
prodded with a gentle hand,
this fair lady and gentle man.

From Toledo to Buffalo,
a "handshake", and "away we go",
connected how we ought to be,
Across the Lake, Eerily!

Walt