While Bonnie was visiting I put one of
my books in front of her. "I don't like
poetry, " she said."Read a few, " I said,
calmly.She did, then read the entire
book: "Even Weeds have Flowers."
"That's the first time I ever enjoyed poetry, "
she exclaimed.Here was a 71 year old
who hadn't seen nor heard spoken word
now ecstatic over it.
Much of my work leans toward spoken
word and most editors say it sucks-
so what-I'll take my-sister-in-law's
enthusiasm over an anthology editor's
rejection letter any day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem