Random Guy

By Robin Wright

Poets gather at Barnes & Noble and vocalize verse during National Poetry Month. I’m listening to magical metaphors when a man leans to my ear, asks if we’re reading our poems. The not-poetic, one-syllable, “duh,” comes to mind, but I mind my manners, nod, and motion to the chairs. He responds by asking who my favorite poet is but doesn’t wait for an answer, tells me his are Frost, Sandburg, and James Whitcomb Riley. I wonder what they would think of him, interrupting poetry to talk about poetry, but who said love of poetry has to be polite.


“In these uncertain times, I write to stay sane.” – the writer

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s