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Not Going To Cleveland
I take off my jacket, it’s been a warm day
and the heat has followed me into the house.
I should be already on my way to Cleveland
to a poetry slam, I did promise half-heartedly,
but slamming poets means a headache
after a long drive.
Poetry is an art-form. It’s good to keep
reminding myself of that,
otherwise I might get the idea
that it’s just about complaining,
ing about things
that a poet can never change.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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