there was a poem sunning itself on a beach somewhere on the
island of barbados. It was a famous poem so it was wearing
dark glasses and looking more fit than any poem should have
a right to look.
though the poem had affected a casual demeanor pretending
to be just another anonymous vacationer in from one side or
the other of america – it really was a hard body of words
screaming for attention.
a closer look at the poems trunks reveals that pinned there
was a medal the poem had received from a dean at some
backwater college in the mid-west for a poem of meritorious
from this accolade followed a grant, a chair and a fellowship
with a stipend to carry on its work filling in empty spaces in
marginal poetic dictionaries – but the poem wanted more than
to tidy mediocrity…
no one had invited the poem to disneyland – so the poem
went to barbados and after its seance at the beach it looked
at photos taken by its mom and dad, two people in the poem
who had no idea what
the poem meant.