The trouble with poetry …
Posted by thinkerlitmag on June 1, 2010
(answering Billy Collins’ poem by the same name)
I realized after reading your poem
how small my fish tank is
and how I forget to care for it
on account of having to deal
with bankers who are real sharks.
.
I wish I had rabbits right now.
And knew enough to care for them.
And knew how to sell them
like your poetry book
that I have in my hands.
.
I know of your urges
and I have broken in tonight
to share with you
a memory of summer asphalt
cooled by a fire hydrant
spitting through a tin cylinder
knocking over laughing
children who never saw
a lighthouse or dewy grass.
.
I stole that from no one.
.
But I know what you mean
about secretly wanting an end.
© 2010, Copyrights belong to the artist, HT.
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