It Wasn’t a Lie

It wasn’t a lie when I said
That I’d be pleased to recite my
Work at the local poetry reading.
I thought it a great opportunity
To spend some time with her,
Although we both had others,
And it would be no more than
A pleasant, enjoyable evening
Of laughing and drinking and
Spouting our words of wisdom
Though some of it be mundane,
Meaningless, garbled trash that
A few were afraid others might
Steal and claim as their own.
Hence twice a fool thieving
Another fool’s foolishness.
I just enjoy her company,
Her ready wit, and creative,
Open, free verse writing style.
My weakness: beauty and brains.
So, it wasn’t a lie when I said
That I’d be pleased to recite my
Work…just that I didn’t have any.

As the poetry reading was set for
the next night, in dire desperation,
I wrote my first poems that day.