At the Division of Poetic Licensing
by Tabatha Yeatts
The first thing weary people notice
is how comfortable the chairs are.
People would be content to wait all day
if only getting a license was less easy.
As it is, people still stretch out
their visits, stopping on the way out
to admire the poem tees, the poet-trees,
pocket-poems, poem tattoos.
They return for more advanced licenses,
commercial licenses, early renewal.
Maybe it is the chance to play
with the cymbals that draws
the young ones to the rhythm corner,
the odor of coffee, cinnamon, and
chocolate that pulls hungry wordsmiths
to the tables in the back.
The longest lines are for the microphones.
Nearly everyone wants to hear their words
reaching out to an audience,
drawing them in.
The magic is that no one
is here who doesn't want to be here.
In fact, that's how you arrive.
You have to want it
to find it.
Donna at Mainely Write is our Poetry Friday host today.