Thank you for reading my word rumbles & outstretched
reports. It’s a lot to ask, I know. Thank you,
compadres of stanza, conspirators of rhyme
scheme, concision & metaphor. Thank you,
enablers of language overdose for letting me spill
like a jar of dark molasses on your table. Thank you
for accepting my bumbled efforts, my sticky sentiments,
my breakthroughs. It’s been too much at times. Thank you.
We’re in such a rare & delightful pub; all lined up at the bar
waiting for a fresh draft of words. Thank you for reading it all.