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| https://appoetryproject.wikispaces.com/ Madeline+Stephenson is the source of this photo...another poet at least half in love with the former poet laureate of the U.S. |
if he passed me on the street or saw me
from the window he says poets often frequent
as they look with eyes upon the ordinary and
find inspiration where we mortals see but snow
or twigs or crows beneath a pine, spin magic
that delights and makes us see, for just a moment,
far beyond our drab and small environments.
I'd be the one more used to flip-flops with
a little sand still clinging from the beach, now
covered up from tip to toe in flannel, down,
and woolen scarves my sister made because
she heard that I was stalking someone living
in the polar vortex (being anywhere that's north
of, say, Virginia. But I see that in the coming year,
he'll grace Ocala (and Key West, but who can
take the time for that, or spend the money?) with
a visit, and although the plans are sketchy,
I will take it, rough and quickly drawn with
just a pencil stub, assured that once the lights
come up and out he steps onto the stage,
his watercolor words will paint a masterpiece
that's for the world but also, somehow,
written just for me.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2016
