Messages (revised)

Z. wrote a poem about a man

Who sat not to write poems

But to message with the world.

She, of course, nailed it.

I did an interview for the local

Paper, The Daily Leader.

The reporter asked why I wrote.

I said to find people like me.

My poems are messages,

Put into bottles, thrown out beyond

The breakers, as far as I can.

So I have watched, waited,

For someone who fished a bottle

From the sea, at my door,

Come to return a poem to me.