If you see that boy,
don't tell him
I'm checking my e-mails twice a day.
Don't tell him my ink is drying out
and I can't sail my boat without a compass.
Don't tell him
he's the hero of my pen-and-paper dreams.
the poem he e-mailed me was awesome.
Tell him I'm charting a course for success
and I want to borrow his map.
Tell him I'm baking a chocolate cake
and he's welcome to take a bite.
I'll be waiting by the poplar tree.