By Rodney Nelson
McGrath in Moorhead looked out for an eye
of knowing glee to match his own and did
not find a one among the listeners
not a poetry reading
anyhow
but an old union singalong
Bly in Mankato wore a Dacron shirt
under his serape and the piping
of a pheasant cock took over the room
not a poetry reading
anyhow
but a self-motivation workshop
Wright in Saint Paul got everybody
to lower their heads with him in regret
while he intoned the rites so weightily
not a poetry reading
anyhow
but a prayer meeting after class.
Rodney Nelson's work appeared in mainstream journals long ago; but he turned to fiction and did not write a poem for twenty-two years, restarting in the 2000s. See his page in the Poets & Writers directory. He has worked as a copy editor and lives in the plains states.
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