Humid
I invited a humid
woodpecker from
another poet's poem
to perch on a stanza
in my poem and peck
on any wood he might
happen to find there.
There was, of course,
no wood in my poem.
Nor was the woodpecker
actually humid. The
poet I told you about had
attached that adjective to him
to make him more interesting.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
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