LINES WRITTEN AFTER READING BILLIE COLLINS
susan ambrosino
You spent the morning reading through poems
Written by a poet
For whom it is impossible to determine
Which of his poems is his best.
Then the tiny mouse of desire inside you
That longs to write
Squeaks a final gasp and runs
Back into a hole by the baseboard along the floor
To hide again in safety
Lick her wounds
Pant until her breath calms
So she can venture out again
Into the castle of poetry
And make another attempt
To cross the vestibule.
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