Saturday, May 27, 2006
Hitchhiking poem
Would I stop to read
your poem if
it were standing by
the side of the road
with its thumb
sticking out?
Yes.
I would pull it up
into the cab,
count its stanzas,
learn the unfamiliar
words,
and read it
over and over,
until I had
committed it
to memory.
Some poems I
lose after
one line.
Not yours,
