I told her
            It’s impossible to 
            Misinterpret me

            She won’t believe

            ‘What if,’ says she, ‘I think the opposite?’

            ‘How can you not?’ say I

            ‘But that’s not what you want me to conclude!’

            ‘I don’t’

            ‘You see!’

            ‘I mean,’ I countered, ‘you’ve a right to dream your dreams,
            whatever they may be’

            ‘So what’s the point if I can have my take 
             no matter what you write and can’t be wrong?’

            I paused a moment to reflect

            ‘I guess that neither you nor I are capable of a mistake,’
            Then added, ‘lest it be neglect’


            Emanuel E. García, Wandering Bark2013