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.


Tell him

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.

Tell him

I'll be waiting by the poplar tree.