Stuff that needs to be put on paper

It doesn't matter if things get read or not. That is not the point.

Print is dead.

No one reads or writes poetry (except for the "creative" people at writer's conferences.)

Long gone is the acceptability of Longfellow, Blake and the Shelleys--not to mention Emily D.

OK, now you are rolling your eyes and saying "Whatever"...

This one is called:

Night Music for Small Ears and Feet

Warm summer evenings

were cooled by canyon breezes

you sang to me

On steel strings, calloused fingers found folk songs,

Dylan tunes and lullabies

Now I know what you played

Then it was all just music to me

You smiled when I dance around your chair