came to the class and read
a few
of his poems.
unfamous,
a professor at the city
college
he arrived in his tweed
coat
smoking a pipe.
he stroked
his full beard
as he spoke.
round glasses sat on his nose.
he looked all the part
of an aging
poet. straight out of
central casting.
he sold his book to the class
after questions,
then went
out to dinner with
us at a diner in Woodbridge.
i have his
book on my shelf,
that he signed and wished me
the best
of luck
in my own writing.
i cut his obituary out from
the paper
a few years later
and placed it on the page
of my favorite
poem of his called Bang.
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