I asked a friend to take a poem that I had written
and hold it up to the light as if it were a color slide.
Or maybe even press an ear against the window.
As I am suddenly frightened because I was spooked
when someone dropped a mouse near my feet and
then as I watched him move his way out.
Or walk inside of a dark room and feel the walls for
a light switch.
Then I wanted to go waterskiing across the surface of
A distant shore while waving at the author whose name
Was written on the beaches of the sandy shore.
All I want to do is sit on a lawn chair on the pool deck
And enjoy hearing a friend that loved writing poems.
Ms. Camille Edwards