Two Poets

Anna walks towards the path, which turns into an arbour; Just before the Arbour, a man stands alone, rubbing a leaf between his palms.

Perplexed and intrigued, she asks, “What are you doing?

Silence follows. She repeats the words.

He looks, “I’m collecting ideas“.

Ideas for what?

I write poetry…“.

You’re a Poet! I’m a poet to-

Poor you!