of poet Billy Collins’
“Midwinter-evening”
Mid-winter evening,
alone at a sushi bar-
just me and this eel.
--Billy Collins
Poet pens paper,
Scrawls seventeen syllables,
crafts fishy haiku.
Poet's morning chore--
take one shoe to be repaired
just me and this heel.
Down-at-heel poet
munches on cheap eel sushi--
electric soul food.
Poet can't decide--
Billy club or Tom Collins.
Either knocks him out.
Gray-haired professor
packs up yellowed lecture notes--
red wine limns sunset.
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