I like poems
I like the space
I like the playfulness
The to and fro of wordballs
I’ll catch, sometimes
But usually I’ll just be standing in the space… over there, on the right and up a bit
My eye isn’t always on the ball.
The space around poems is luxurious, abundant, infinite, protected and free, expensive and cheap, all mine, all yours, comforting and disconcerting
Like an air~steward’s smile
All over the place
and over here
<- Her palms indicate exit signs ->
You’ll be fine!
But still you count the seats in front and behind
The space around poems is like green fields around a city
Peace of mind?
I’ll give you a piece of my mind
Just step outside the next line.
The first poetry book I was given was called, “I Like This Poem” (1979) and it had a picture of a dog balancing a red ball on its nose. I loved that book!
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