Sometimes we

Unpublished, starving poet
in a cold-water flat
off the boulevard
writing this and that,
Observations of the morning
interpretations of the night
events I think are wrong
and those I think are right,

She and I use postcards
and telepathy
communicate emotions
report the things we see,
We meet, now and then
when parameters coincide
sometimes sit and talk
sometimes, go for a ride ....