2 train, 72nd street to Clark St, Jan. 1st, 2013,
The last poem of 2013! I saw Joey’s family and changed seats to be next to them. He wrote like a natural. I later found out from Joey’s mother that I had inspired his first poem. Yay! Pass the inspiration please.
Polar bear is ice and
cold, rolling ’round in the
Caught a seal, in the ice,
Bon-appetit, won’t that