Eyes of a Poet

Margaret V.Doran

The eyes of a poet
see things in a new way
seek to give words to feeling

“But you did this terrible thing,”
his angry, controlled snarl
hammers its way home,
“You do it all the time.”

Three years ago I didn’t pay a bill
This single, unforgivable act
rankles still
is lobbed back to me
twice in six days

The eyes of the poet glaze over
unable to see beyond those thousand days
to now

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Updated March 15, 2005
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