The wannabe poets gathered around their professor, the beloved group she called poets as if a secret handshake.
They sat at their usual after class front window table, it was comforting.
This Friday evening however, it’d be packed, a sold out welcome spring poetry extravaganza.
She was the featured reader of course, and as the bar filled there were whispers, and glances.
As the hushed tones turned to a low rumble, she reminded us that we are poets.
We talked about the line-up, who would open, who would introduce her.
Both were favored, as it was standing room at capacity and the crowd was eager.
I was about to ask, when should we start, she said “Shhh! It’s your turn now”.
They sat at their usual after class front window table, it was comforting.
This Friday evening however, it’d be packed, a sold out welcome spring poetry extravaganza.
She was the featured reader of course, and as the bar filled there were whispers, and glances.
As the hushed tones turned to a low rumble, she reminded us that we are poets.
We talked about the line-up, who would open, who would introduce her.
Both were favored, as it was standing room at capacity and the crowd was eager.
I was about to ask, when should we start, she said “Shhh! It’s your turn now”.
It’s an opportunity. Depends how she or he takes it.
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Who’s on first? …..by Artie & Stu
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Like it or not, it’s her chance now, cold turkey
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