I'm a rapid reader
Though not as rapid a writer
Going through the words
Like a kayak in mid-summer.
These words flow
From such assonance and dissonance
Trembling, stumbling, bumbling
Over themselves on a page.
I write rapidly now
Expeditiously from the pen
Listening to the poet's softly
Spoken words, such a verse.
Wondering how the next
Poet Laureate
Will be selected. Chosen.

01/08/2006

Posted on 05/03/2006
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