To Nash, from June K.


Deep in the secondhand store
Books, books, and yet more
Lined the shelves along the wall.
I tried to peruse them all,
But my eye was suddenly caught
By the name of one who taught
A poetry class I'd attended.
That her book would've ended
So extremely underrated
Though personally dedicated
Seemed to me regrettable.
Her words appeared forgettable,
At least to one named Nash
Who traded them for cash.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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