Poet Reverence

Karr bookshelf

Poet Reverence
 for Mary Karr

“…the thread that darned you here gets tied in a love knot and bitten free,”
she said, deep into the night, as she finished her memorized Mary Karr poem.
She looked around.
Misty eyes were staring into the flames.
Campfire played off familiar faces.
Not a word spoken.
No yay’s or way to go’s for her emoting.
No we’ve heard this before, no ridicule for being a nerd.
Only pure reverence.
She smiled and slowly nodded.

©Lori Ziegelmeyer

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