my friend says she doesn't get
poets and their
poetry, calls them insane and says they
don't see
reality like it should be

why make poems on roses and
sadness when you feel them
and i say even in reality how many of
really pay attention to the world we live
and then she has no answer

the teacher smiles and nods and my friend
has nothing to say
the other students are happy there is
no more
questioning so now they can get back to
day dreaming while the teachers continues
with Keats

and my friend says she doesn't get poets
(and the next day when she says she understands
i hide the smile and continue the conversation.)