Fame

The content of his poems

is unspeakable, un-

readable. People leaf

through his books

and die-they do not

sell well. He is advised

to change his occupation:

"Have you tried insurance?"

Still, he knows better

and smilingly continues

to write: walking down

the street, lying in bed-

whenever a word or phrase

pops into his head.

He spends long hours

perfecting his craft.

"Doesn't it bother you

that no one can read

your poems?" But each time

he sits down to write

he knows there is one person

who is reading every word.

And on that person

he places his whole future.