An Old Poetry Book
written by: Richard LeDue
@LedueRichard
Marked up in pencil by someone
I have never met- a past person
as abstract as yesterdays
measured in stones, and their notes
sound like a secondhand interpretation
mislabeled “learning”
because the poems were in the syllabus
and could be fodder for an exam
that probably still sits wrinkled
between the wrinkles of their brain,
while my memory and imagination make love
like two clumsy college kids,
laughing at their inexperience,
just to end up married
to other people,
which seems as good an ending
as haunting a discarded library book
read by this Tuesday night poet.
Richard LeDue (he/him) lives in Norway House, Manitoba, Canada. He has been published both online and in print. He is the author of ten books of poetry. His latest book, “Sometimes, It Isn't Much,” was released from Alien Buddha Press in February 2024.
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