They Wanted To Be Poets

Painting by Karin Zeller

They Wanted To Be Poets

They wanted to be poets
munching words in libraries
and raspberries in Spain.

They wanted their images
to scamper in the fountains
of Italy and in the forests
of Nova Scotia and Maine.

They wanted to write poems
young girls would read beside
oceans, lakes, rivers, streams,

and

coffee cups as the first snow
of the season was whitening
the brownish grey that spring
would charm the tulips from.

They wanted to write epic
adventures with titles like
“Hey, Who Took My Socks,”
“An Introduction To Pruning Cats,” and
“Does This Haiku Make My Butt Look Big?”

They wanted to be poets, all.

And are, with every breath of every
day that has dawned since love first
scattered their names on the wind.


Jannie Funster

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