Bill Grace


Daniel In The Diner's Den - Poem by Bill Grace

Across our chasms we met
His arms covered with tattoos
My arms Anglo white - needle untouched,
As we warmed he told of early years in an institution
Where his words had moved all the girls to tears
He said it changed his life -
This realization that words could count.
I presumed to play the mentor.
He accepted the role as student.
'Who do you think is our greatest poet? '
He granted the grace for me to think.
After a while I reminded him Homer was a poet.
Then I sliced this Gordian Knot with the dated name
Of Louis Untermeyer's great anthology fame.
All of this as he played fuhrer to the menu
and jockeyed servings for four.

'Poets stick together! '
Skin and sex and a million other variables
Are best excluded from this formula.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 2, 2012


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