reading way too much poetry.
when i
see a homeless person
on the street,
i immediately
think, oh my, that guy
looks just like
Walt Whitman,
or when i see a tall
anxious woman, wringing
her hands
and staring into
the sky, i think,
she looks just like Sylvia
Plath,
or Anne Sexton.
that man at the bar
having one pint after the other
looks just
like Dylan Thomas.
who is that in the long line
at the bank,
is that Phillip Larkin?
or Robert Lowell?
who's that
at the window of the fast
food restaurant,
is that Raymond Carver,
or Mark Strand?
my neighbor is the spitting
image
of Elizabeth Bishop.
and the policeman who
just pulled me over looks
exactly like
Ezra Pound, on a good day.
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