I AM THE POET THAT WAS. diana Lucas--joe

I am the poet that was potentially yours in an other time.
I am.
The sister you hate.
I am the poet you might have already buried and do so much miss.
The poet that has another name on her grave marker.
The poet you wished had never passed from this world.
I am the poet in the fields, far away from Azucar De Matamoros,Puebla.
The underdocumented poet, that runs naked at night, through the forests.
I am the poet that composed songs in a different tongue.
In a different genre.
The poet you fell in love with the moons light.
The poet that rode on the 101 next to you from the Oregon State line to Oakland..and then the earth shook.