November Morning
by: Billy Collins
My appearance on the shore
has surprised this pair of wood ducks--
the wild-haired male, the smooth-headed hen.
They've left the cover of reeds
to begin their day together,
and I have an afternoon flight to Milwaukee.
It has been a day seeped in poetry. The Headline Poet of the Great Lakes Poetry Festival, Diane Glancy, read this evening at the library, and she was (no surprise) amazing.
Prior to the reading, I gave Diane a tour of the library and then took her to dinner with a group of poet friends. Lively conversation. Mushroom risotto. Lots of laughter.
Tomorrow morning, like Billy Collins, Diane has a flight home (not to Milwaukee), and the rest of us wood ducks will go about our day together in the reeds of life.
Saint Marty is still a little drunk . . . on words.
April Afternoon
by: Martin Achatz
The poet stands on the roof,
spreads her arms
as if to take flight,
calls out, "I'm never leaving!"
just as she blossoms
feathers and wings
off into the empty
page of the day.
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