Poet's Progress

At fifteen, after reading
Heaney's elegy to Lowell,
I wanted to be the poet
who "drank America
like the heart's iron vodka."

At forty-seven, I sip

this thickly settled suburb
like the soul's

lukewarm coffee.

 

 

Thomas DeFreitas

2016





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Written on 2017-06-28 at 08:20

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
That's what age does. Nice work.
2017-07-03


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Where does that passion go? Is it all just testosterone?
2017-06-28


dee quirke
nice one
2017-06-28


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo!
Ken
2017-06-28


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Tom. A very good poem.
Ken
2017-06-28

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by Thomas DeFreitas