Poets live between bars
Their imaginations are always better than reality
Great expectations lead to the needle
or to neglect, or at least
to some form of nemesis
They say, “How dare they imagine the world to be
misunderstood by their elders and betters?”
Haven’t they grown up by the age of 50?
Are they still living with mum?
But I love the poet’s imagination
If it leads to hope and action
Even if it is another charge of the light brigade
It is good.
© Michael Clifford 10/22