Hotel Room
by: Billy Collins
Unlike
the breakfast menu,
I had no desire
to be hung
outside
before 2 a.m.
Sometimes, I have a lot to say about Collins' poems. Sometimes, I have just a little.
Saint Marty's poetic response for today . . .
Lunar Eclipse in a Hotel Room
by: Martin Achatz
2 a.m.
I look out
my window
watch the moon
skinny dip
in the deep
lake of night.
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