I had a cup of coffee with
A monster yesterday;
I rather much enjoyed it, she had
Quite a bit to say

I listened to a dinosaur
(Of love instead of scales)
On wisdom that could once be found
In circulating emails

I read of childhood friends, and of
A life become adaptive;
Of where it is we place our hearts,
And how love takes us captive

I read a doctor’s poem, and
A poet’s turn at prose;
I saw a bloody thorn below
A still unbroken rose

And as I come to write again,
I finally realize
That all of us are much the same:
It isn’t tinge, or size,

Or any other earthly thing
We see, where we might zoom in —
It’s sharing our humanity
That makes us truly

Human