I have seen her before. And I have been trying for two years to finish a poem featuring her and incorporating history-bits involving this vast, strange, heated valley I live in. She reminded me to take another look at the poem, which reminded me I am in a POETRY READING—pardon me, I mean: Poetry reading in a few days, which sent me delving through my poems for things-to-read, which had me practicing reading as it’s been a while (and I’d rather listen to Yeats reading about the bee-loud glade ad nauseum rather than read in the dreaded Poet’s Voice), which had me perplexed as to when on earth I’m going to focus on my poetry again, unless I rise at 4:00a.m., pre my son’s 6:00a.m. waking (with all his little lights on–HI MAMA), which had me laughing a tad hysterically because I’m not getting up at 4:00a.m. unless it’s to let the dog out to pee, which reminded me I have some writing goals to meet, which for some reason had me anticipating the next episode of Modern Family, which had me
back on the bed back at my desk writing/revising my children’s novel with renewed determination.
Thank you, palomino. I love you. And I promise I will finish your poem before Christmas (um, that would be Christmas 2011…).
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