Homage To Emily Dickinson Poem by Hans Ostrom
Homage To Emily Dickinson
A bird came up
My mental walk.
It pinched a Dickinson
Scholar in half.
In my scrappy hometown,
I knew weirdos like you,
Liked them. They
Lived their lives,
And just their lives.
How rare that is
I began to know
Even at age six.
Your poems are prim
Graffiti scratched
On the back of Piety’s pew.
Good old you.
Your poems know more
Than ever they let on,
Were postcards sent
From privacy, anon.
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