Sunday, October 4, 2009

Yesterday in LA

I met yesterday somehow (how) not one but two
actual poets. In Los Angeles. Well actually I met
only one—the other was her husband—but still.
What are the odds? Slim, I says,
slim. And now, again, my thoughts turn to poetry
as the corn stalk thinks of sunlight
fitfully
dozing in its dark seed cell.

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