(June 2022. While back east for the first time in a while I reconnected with Ali, a beautiful person from Lesley I met back in my junior year. We had a wonderful time together again, and I sent them this prompt as a phone note with the first line written up to the word ‘wonder.’ They took it and ran with it, and upon reading what they wrote I knew I didn’t have anything worth adding, that the poem was already complete as is. This daopoem reminds me of ‘automatic sprinklers in la turning on,’ in which I also only supplied the first line, the rest of the poem written by another. So this is pretty much by Ali π
hey ali do you wanna write a poem together
a poem can go so many ways towards fullness of wonder
fullness like flowers in gardens and leaves on trees, spring is whole
curiosity of new and love for old fuels the expanse of exploration
submerge yourself in all states of being to be whole like spring
always tied but never fixed, always changing but finding familiarity once again
they are the flower that grows to inspire
familiar like a sweet smell and warm embrace, love is bound by no time