One poet when cut down to size
Reveals that they are two
The day poet is plain and wise
The night poet, wild blue
The day poet heeds prudent creeds
Mindful of recompense
The night poet scales and exceeds
The walls of common sense
And travels where day's poet gapes
Industriously aghast
As night-poets board paper shapes
To sail into the past
They shake the shackles from their wrists
And kick off shoes to dance
Leaving day-poets almost kissed
With glimpses of romance
© Janet Martin
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