At the poetry reading, I realized I could understand more than I thought. These are Billy Collins' words, spoken at the poetry reading I went to on Wednesday. “At the poetry reading,” I said. “Well, then,” he agreed, encouraged by the specificity of my memory. “But I saw you before you saw me—outside actually, when last week at the poetry reading I read the following poem about driving: Just another Saturday with nothing to do. I jumped in the car fastened at the poetry reading that I went to last night where Carl Dennis read mostly new poems he is working on from a new collection he calls, EXTRA ROOM on Him and seeking Him for guidance and direction and some words for people who would be there at the poetry reading. I got several clues. I really had the sense that I lived in a real city. Wordy leaves dancing on a leaf of poetry. At the poetry reading, I encountered some quality poems, and some were so well read aloud as if they were given wings! I must admit it feels.
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