Poetry girl, sloppy sweater
She got up at the folk
talent night.
knew her stuff, long and lean
young pulsing poet
in faded jeans
chuck taylor sneakers.
first piece traced spats with
the glass bully-girl
had sixty pounds more
black eye bested.
next poem was about
remembering small northern lake
starlit glories above
all telling stories, personalities
if you knew the science.
accessed an Audoban album.
peeper frog orchestra attending.
fireflies twirling aloft.
her audience transfixed hy
sultry voice, confident
somewhat hopeful and making for travels
in heart and head…
poetry doing what it can.
you understand.
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