He doesn't see the world in black and white
he sees similes and hues
analogy and metaphor

For him
there are letters in the black of flying birds
and flowers chatter in a woodland breeze

He sees a headland at night as a crouching panther

He hears polite applause in the fall of water on a sandstone fountain

He sees beauty in the face of Sappho's loss
and warmth in the arms of Poseidon

He's a Poet