somewhere in fitzroy


you gather   like some sort of cult
night or day   in bars and pubs and cafés    
to chat and drink and have a smoke 
and to share your craft over the open mic

there was a time when 
intimidation over whelmed me 
and I was hesitant to enter your space
feeling safer to watch from the side

I worried I wouldn't fit
but one size seems to fit all 
with a smile and the hint of a poem
you're in mate

now I know
we're all of like minds
after the same things
peace not war     friends not enemies

we're chasing the same meaning
those word perfect words
hey - show me don't tell me
it means more that way

you are accepting
you are real
you are amazing
you are givers
you are all the same
you poet types

you all know who you are
don't ever change



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