Sunday, June 25, 2017
Poems and Sandwiches
Like the bus passengers described in "The Moose," I feel a sense of awe
when I read this poem. I worked in the tax management department of a publishing house in Washington, DC. The work was extremely tedious. My cubicle happened
to be near a large conference room and whenever it was empty I’d take a
shortcut through it on the way to the xerox machine or the library. Each time I
walked through the conference room I’d think this would be perfect for a poetry
reading. I started a poetry group that met during lunch hour. The large number
of people who turned up for the first meeting surprised me. Apparently, I
wasn’t the only one who needed a break from tax legislation. I distributed
copies of “The Moose” at this meeting. The poem’s exquisite craftsmanship and
mystery still thrill me but I can’t think of it without remembering that huge
conference table surrounded with kindred spirits, poems and sandwiches.
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