T7 Poem by RIC BASTASA

yes, the news is spread by her
poetess of the northern skies
her book is just out of the oven
buttered bread, glossy topping

i can smell the scent of her poems
and soon i must touch it

shall my brain afford the luxury of
her metaphors? the sharpness of her wits?

shall i write her for a free copy
and tell her that it is the best poetry that i have ever read
in my entire life?

given a chance to decide which to take
fried chicken or toasted poetry?

you bet.