bright lights halo
the poet with a book
smiling behind barriers
tabling her qualms
...bookshop patrons, stern
as if passing an open coffin
reluctant to pause
lest the poet turns vocal
like a TV car saleman and
feeds them something
they can't afford or use
with terms they don't cotton to...
sharing words and thoughts
with the sullen and the leery
is not as easy as receiving
part-time publication credits
This piece is written in response to the Totally Optional Prompt post: Marketplace



