I am listening
to the poet George Bilgere
and imagining my first poetry reading,
someday in the unknown future.
I, too, will walk right up to people
at the wine and cookies reception.
I will introduce myself
as the guest of honor and ask them
about their interest in poetry.
The first poem I read
will be the one about the lucky day
when I started a new roll of toilet paper
in two different public restrooms.
That was a day that started with
strong tea
and ended with
salty French onion soup and
a perfect
strawberry
tart.
Just before the onion soup on that lucky day,
I listened
to the poet George Bilgere
and imagined my first poetry reading,
someday in the unknown future.
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