Sitting next to me is a short round man.
Gary reads; the man nods his head often, knowingly.
Smart and wise,I think, he seems informed,
catching nuances that I miss.
Gary reads a poem that ends
in dolphins,and another word that I miss.
The short round man
sighs, nods his head, and says, That tastes good!
I think now he is even wiser
or maybe crazy, I’m not sure.
As the poems go on, he nods
not too much; just enough.
Gary’s wise humor fills the room,
and does not seem lost on the man.
The reading ends; questions taken.
When someone asks, How do you know
when to end a poem?
Gary briefly ponders, then says it’s a
technical artist thing…Just as Beethoven knew
when to end his symphonies.
This is when
the man in the chair next to me
yells, Beethoven didn’t know!
Surely he is half-cocked, I now know.
What did the man hear, I wonder,
while listening to Gary read?