U Rock Blog: Version Z.0
Blog Eight
November 12, 2009
In honor of the Maine Literary Festival (which I attended this Saturday), I’ve decided to do something different for this blog. To wit:
IN THE SIXTH ROW
Sitting alone in a padded seat
Behind a woman exuding perfume
I watch poets explain, define their craft.
I am not one of them
Iambic pentameter and rhythm elude me still
This is why I listen
A series of rattles from another row
Deep breathing
An unseen old man retrieves bottled oxygen.
Under harsh lights these men and women
From Maine, the Midwest, the Left Coast
share their stories, sitting as I am
jotting down notes, as I am