me on the real: keep up with me

me on the real: keep up with me

i never knew she was a poet, this is my favorite... so far. i've known keesha for about 5 years. i met her on aim and we clicked. while we were never really close, i think, thought, will always, that she's waaaaay cool. keesha is a great judge of people. she linked me to a couple of friends over the years.

the 1^st was hazel, a lil' puerto rican cutie from brooklyn. i met her in late autumn, just as it was starting to get cold. her hair was straight and covering her ears. she had on a little black scully and black peacoat. her cheeks and nose were red with the chill of the autumn breeze.

we met in the brooklyn public library at grand army plaza and walked along the west side of prospect park from the library to the tennis courts and along the parade grounds on parkside avenue.

we met a few times and just walked around. sometimes we went to a coffee lounge in park slope and talked for hours about nothing. it went a little deeper, but not much.

the 2^nd is nia. i wish i could say i knew a lot more about her. i just met her. keesha made the introduction on yahoo!. nia is living out of state now, boston, i believe. i like what i know so far. she's sort of mysterious, but she's sweet and intelligent. even tho it's just on the web right now, when we speak, she holds my attention. i look forward to meeting her in person, when she moves back to bk. i'm lloking forward to hearing her read her poetry. i just looking forward to a long fruitful friendship.

who knows she may be the one to get me to start writing my own poetry again, the last time i wrote was at brookdale, while my son was being delivered into the world. he will be 9 on february 15^th.

anyhow, it always seems that keesha pops up when i need someone to talk to. and when ever she exits, she never leaves me alone. she always finds someone for me to talk to until she gets back. for that i am thankful i met her.