(by jann castor, 26 of may, 1999)

Forgive me
but I am not a merchant.

I don't sell poems or songs.

If it pleases you, I give it away with no regret thanking you for accepting what I bring into being.

Forgive me
but I am only a wanderer.

I don't praise Gods or images.
I feast on your joy, if what you take enchants you.

No other reward is greater.

Garson! I want more Bordeaux.