to be read

the workshop
is mostly old white men,
retired
and well read, well bred.
bmw's line
the lot.
a Mercedes or two.
i don't sniff a single
struggle for
shelter or food
amongst the lot.
good boots or shoes on
all of them.
there's a sprinkling of
women too.
young and older.
quiet for the most part,
but smart
as whips, whatever that
cliché might mean.
it's a good group of
readers who go line by
line
through your small piece
of art.
your little story pulled out
of thin air.
a simple story of a first
kiss,
that's it.
no need to think much more
about it, but the words
are welcome.
feels good to be read
and liked.
who doesn't?