What I like best is the unwritten poem.
It’s like having a crush on somebody,
nothing asked for but imagination—
a smile, a few accidental touches:
pulling on my tie, leaning down so close
I smell the poem’s perfume in her long hair
she’s shaking out on our bright silences.
Peter Cooley, from “A Poem I Didn’t Want to Write,” The Antioch Review (vol. 65, no. 4, Fall 2007)