The poets are out there. They have no particular look or smell, but they are out there. Though blending in, I find poets special. So I am often disarmed when I meet a poet.

I barely knew Marx when I found out he was a poet. I saw him doing a variety of tasks at Kroger Glendale over the last three years. We spoke often, but not at length.

Then a storm hit the area and took out the electricity in my neighborhood. On a lark checked to see if Kroger was open. It was closed and employees were telling customers of the closure. I was talking to the ever-engaging Win Asante when the topic of poetry came up. Marx said that he wrote poetry. This brought about considerable dialogue - a real get-to-know-ya. Marx Clark is a 2005 Tech High School graduate. Below is one of his poems: