This stack of books excites me,
You wonder what whiff I see.
It might be an iota cognoscible.
But fear no advent of a pied piper.
I think...and pen...
Your affect in front, your zeal sees.
They count the expectation to be.
Huey Newton came recognizable.
Dilettantes feared the true cipher.
I listen...and craft...
Great work of art!
From the reading of just this poem, I can tell that you are a gifted,serious, writer.
Continued success~
Barbara Henry