STANDING

I was standing inside her nest
in the hole where poets rest
without shoes where birds can't soar
listening to Ginsberg howl and roar

with no courage I watched in awe
an old poet perform without flaw
having words he wouldn't share
his beat poems beyond compare

teaching birds the spoken word
without lessons not to be heard
he would emanate if he chose
or disappear if your mouth would close

a tired poet with wizard's powers
knowing I was watching he gave flowers
my soul embraced such a word guru
who freely gave his poems too