Poet Poem by Kong Yin

Poet



A little boy whispering to his mother
“What do poets do anyway? ”

“Oh, honey, they practically do nothing.”

“Like the squirrels in our yard? ”

“Oh, honey, poets aren’t as amusing to watch,
though both of them are content to work for peanuts.”

Poet
Monday, December 7, 2015
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