before I turn left, then right.
Ten more seconds to decide –
Which lines will it be?
What feels right on this Friday eve?
Mind searching, scanning
for the feel right poems.
This one, too long.
That one, too sad.
Love is the answer that came to me,
just before the light turned green.
Of course! Love is the theme
all month long.
Bask in it.
Soon, the month of Love will be gone.
That settled, I drive on.
The front lot is full, a different scene.
I am late.
Love and a late arrival will do that to me.
I sneak through a side door and find a back row seat.
Other poets and writers, I celebrate.
Then it’s my turn to speak.
My boots have heels, that disturb the peace.
click, click, click, click, click, click
I am not embarrassed.
I enjoy the rhythm and sound they make.
My entrance, filling the silent space.
Mic lowered, I introduce myself to hidden smiles.
Only eyes, staring at me.
Then I read two Love poems from my scrolling screen.
Then another from my second collection
before masked strangers, now friends, depart.
Pleasantries exchanged –
poets, writers, musicians, and audience members
more human than when we came.
Mask off, breathe.
Drive into the dark, breathe.
Sunroof open, breathe.
Inhale, notice, see.
Stars shine brilliantly.
A poetic night.
A vibrant tapestry.
Last Friday night I participated in my second poetry reading, hosted by a west valley Art Association (WHAM). It was a night of connection and needed escape, away from my computer screen, during a two-day writing conference hosted by Arizona State University. Thank you for visiting and reading my poem about reading poems.😉 Be well. 💗 Michele
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