there’s a beauty in writing
and a certain sadness
as i walked thru what should
have been pride
outdoor booths of books and their
authors, the printing
press gone awry now that we all
can write and publish
and go to book fairs and stand by
our books. how i’ve
thought of putting one or two poems
down on hard paper
and i remember walking down the isle
to get my certificate
for that poem i entered - the one i wrote
when young and published
years laters - it was just like that walking
thru the outdoor booths
like thousand of ladybugs landing
