I Read A Lot
I hardly ever read poetry, though I’ve read enough and sometimes come across things like this that make me pause and contemplate.
Selecting a Reader
~ Ted Kooser
First I would have her be beautiful and walking carefully up on my poetry at the loneliest moment of an afternoon, her hair still damp at the neck from washing it.
She would be wearing a raincoat, an old one, dirty from not having money enough for the cleaners.
She will take out her glasses, and there in the bookstore, she will thumb over my poems, then put the book back up on its shelf.
She will say to herself,
“For that kind of money, I can get my raincoat cleaned.”
And she will.
Selecting a Reader
~ Ted Kooser
First I would have her be beautiful and walking carefully up on my poetry at the loneliest moment of an afternoon, her hair still damp at the neck from washing it.
She would be wearing a raincoat, an old one, dirty from not having money enough for the cleaners.
She will take out her glasses, and there in the bookstore, she will thumb over my poems, then put the book back up on its shelf.
She will say to herself,
“For that kind of money, I can get my raincoat cleaned.”
And she will.
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