Thursday, April 12, 2012

A Calmer Place


I too make poems
with my eyes
reaching for
a calmer place
out of love.

At Jacques Imo's
in New Orleans
Naomi and I laughed,
and in a hotel
restaurant at a
teachers' convention,
Naomi introduced me
to her editor
and we laughed,
and over shared
creamed spinach --
the best she said
she'd ever eaten --
in Murfreesboro,
we laughed.

I have seen her
and she has seen me.


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