A Poet’s ID
For
a poet what is the right ID for a free Gold Card drink at Starbucks to display?
A
driver’s license with hair color long since grayed away?
With
increasing weight never lost but for here to always stay
Perhaps
better yet a bit of iambic to hearts and minds sway
Ever
since Homer came blind to a campfire
With
tales of ancient Greeks before the walls of Troy in bloody mire
Of
a Trojan Horse, deception the winning course
Poets
have assembled legions of words
From
Dr. Seuss with Green Eggs and Ham—images I am—so absurd
To
the Charge of the Light Brigade
To
In Flanders Field to move men into death’s parade
To
come with me beyond the sea to the Land of the Midnight Sun
Towering
peaks, glacier bays, Northern Lights, mighty salmon runs
I
am a poet, you now know it
And
with this ID, I show it
Great service, great baristas, great coffee, hard to beat rewards card, fairly good Wi-Fi
With air conditioning bringing back memories of Alaska lacking only Northern Lights in the ceiling sky
©
August 7, 2015 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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