Best Final Draft Poems

There was a knock 
We stopped doing our tik tok 
Opened the opportunity door 
A cable guy was there from the local electronics’ store 
With orders from the mother ship 
He handed me a grid iron script 
I was chosen 
Stood there in shock and...

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My poetry selfish,
a teacher I’m not,
my message once for saying

Instruction a tool
long missing and gone,
imagery not relaying

The ivory tower
a dungeon to me
where freedom goes to die

The wind in the willows,
a hawk on the wing
—my verse to course and fly

(The New Room: October, 2021)...

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