Poetry Reading Poem by June Stepansky
Poetry Reading
Our coffee pot emits
a reedy sound
like some Andean flute
penetrating, melancholy,
setting the mood.
The poets
empty their unique visions
into a common pool.
For two small hours
our visions meld,
and then
each poet
disengages.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: poets
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