The post-COVID crowd was small,
regulars from fifteen months ago,
a random dude from Boulder, CO.
In spite of the small crowd, poets
insisted on the f-word. Some open
mic tropes remain undefeated.
Praise to the bar tender who poured
my bourbon. Praise to the former
poet laureate who read undeterred.
Praise to the MC who encouraged
a diminished crowd. Praise to the
former host who showed up late
and read under duress. Praise poetry
and communion and old friends and
new friends and poetry months and
praise pens and pencils and paper.
Praise me and praise you and praise
and praise and praise praise praise.