they've rearranged
the books
at the book store.
it takes me an hour to find
the meager
shelf of poetry.
it gets smaller with each year.
one would think that
there are only five
poets in the world
when looking
at the line up on
the shelves.
plath and Bukowski,
Dickinson and billy Collins.
oh and mary
oliver too.
in time i'll crowd them out,
she tells
me.
making me laugh and laugh
and
go to the keyboard
to write that down.
Thursday, November 1, 2018
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