A poem or two, three or four. Our love is writing, the pen our sweet dear. Worlds be conquered with words, stories shared, broken hearts teach those to come what has been and what is. Our words whether they are spoken or written – move molecules, elicit thought and grab emotions from the core. Let your appetite for words never be quenched. Communication entangles our existence and preserves love. Sometimes there is sense, sometimes there is not. No fixed pathways, your mind is a creator. Create, sing poetry of joy, laughter, exuberance, pain, sorrow, and tears. Your words move me. You move the world. We are separate. You and I are one. Let’s create poetry Denver will love and crave.