A great thing about National Poetry month for me is that I go through books I've read and find poems I wanted to come back to again. Here's a short one from Billie Collins, Brooklynite, former Poet Laureate.
AND I discovered in my writing class yesterday that one of my class went to school with "Billie" had a great crush on him but, alas, her best friend was the one he dated. My friend brought in a poem of his and that sent me to the bookcase when I got home.
Oh, My God!
Not only in church
and nightly by their bedsides
do young girls pray these days.
Wherever they go,
payer is woven into their talk
like a bright thread of awe.
Even at the pedestrian mall
outbursts of praise
spring unbidden from their glossy lips.
To this I reply that I'd rather hear the girls' "outbrusts of praise" than those the boys are more likely to exclaim.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!