a poet and you don't even know it

today i was sitting eating lunch with my friends. One of my friends (who was not sitting with us at the time) spent last semester at Maine Coast Semester, and has come home a little bit, well, changed. She is incredibly sensitive and philosophical about EVERYTHING, to the point of being pretentious. Anyways, my friends were making fun of her, telling me a story about her sudden recitation of a poem to them. They were talking about how bizarre and stupid it was, who did she think she was. I agree that she's a little loopy, but sometimes i wish that i could recite Mary Oliver to them and have them understand the perfection.

Love you always.