She likes gazing at the ripples of the river;
I like jumping into puddles.
She contemplates the smoothness of the pebbles;
I lob them into the sea.
She holds a plump strawberry in her fingers;
I eat a doughnut.
She hikes in the crisp mountain air;
I wallow in the city’s sewers.
She is a poet.
I am a poet too -
just a different kind.
