My good friend Walt Whitman
by Michael Simons
Sitting in the back of a Honda Civic
With Whitman by my side
Telling me that this trip is a waste of time
"Why are we going?"
He said to me.
He told me that everything beautiful is in front of me
and that seeing mountains are no greater
than an embrace by your brother.
He told me that the air in Boston
has its own beautiful flavor to it.
I thought about it for a while
and threw him out of the car window.