poetic intelligence

you are way too intelligent to be
amidst Neopoets
who spread like autumn leaves
collecting the rays of suns
in summer poems
and catch the lovely chilly breeze
and
admire the sunset
far in the distant horizon
across the blue wavy seas
and
admire themselves in superficial garb
being the illustrious poets of yore
who love to be read as none ever was before
and
get singled out like me
as you once did ...