an old friend asked for a print of a poem i published a couple years ago, which mentioned 9th avenue, around where we both lived at the time. it is now posted (framed! and next to another friend's art piece!) on his wall in the summery place he lives and rents out with a bunch of lovely artsy folks. last week he sent me a video of a stranger reading it aloud. not at all the way i heard it in my head! better still! my heart wanted to explode w/joy. reminding myself there can be surprises.