Whether Cypress, Istanbul, or Virginia
New Zealand, Pennsylvania, or Ontario
Connecticut, England, Texas, or Boston
trains, boats, planes, and roads do go.

Naively, thought I, when first here
poets would meet from near and far
in some gathering place, with cheer
get to know who the others are.

Though NE garden and bee
looked for time to meet, in vain,
poet guy with good verse and soul
began friendship that does remain.

In Turkey, another did I meet
walked down Kusadasi streets
together shared talk, olives, tea
and, thus, created fond memory.

Paths to cross yet again at
Temple of Apollo, to our surprise
too late realizing a day we could
have shared with tourist eyes.

A caregiver to canines, nine
also became a friend of mine
and, though separated by sea
has come to mean a lot, o'r time.

A union blossomed for all to see
photos of happiness sent to me.
With hearts both pure and true
love is blessedly shared with two.

Enigmatical are the lines that bind
another poetic soul’s words to me.
Regret remains, have not traveled there
or live close enough to neighbors be.

Promises to come to Fenway, does
Red-Sox-game-attendee wannabe
first one season, then the next.
Guess, just have to wait and see.

Another who lives across the sea
with daughter here within the States
has talked of coming to Boston. Sure
would like to meet this poetic mate.

When traveling down to Florida last year
plan to meet another poet fell through.
Going down again real soon, happy
thoughts, back and forth, wave blue.

When California wind crosses sky
from sea to shining sea, under star
hope to meet what Santa Ana winds
have kept away from here, thus far.

Though not as naïve as when first started
still attempt I to rhyme a meeting place
and poetry connections with pen to make
preparing, someday, to meet face-to-face.

Friends, when coming near Boston
or New England, traveling through
reach out a poetic hand and
share a cup of tea – or two.