To Emily

I walk and see an ant
And suddenly think of you
Then grab for my phone
To send a text or two

Howdy-do greetings
And a colon close parens
Perhaps ensuing talk
Of Netherlandish hens

You say you've just read
From your favorite poet
And I question who it is
Though I already know it

Later you tell a tale
Of Chester Author, Ol' man
"Arthur" I point out
Then speak of West's Batman

Conversations with you, Emily
Always turn a bit weird
But always and forever
I hold them so revered