March 01, 2007

It’s the end of a cycle.
The pause before.
I’ve been here before but never known it.
Before, they told us to be beautiful about it.
Now, they tell us to be quiet about it.

Other people’s poetry is all the poetry there is.
I dance driving.
I am a member of cabs.

—Ann Bogle
This poem appeared in International Library of Poets’ Best Poems and Poets of 2005

Posted by dwaber at March 1, 2007 01:02 PM