Because we all want to write more poems.
Quixote
My mind is full
of a million impossible dreams
Fifty years of nonsense,
illogical desires,
vainglorious pursuits,
foolish ideas.
I should
learn to play jazz flute,
become a vegan,
open a bookstore,
run for office,
look up my old friend, Monty,
start a grassroots movement,
make a movie
go to Vegas
collect salt and pepper shakers.
But, truth be known,
I don't really want to play jazz flute
As much as I want to hear it
done well.
I don't want to own a bookstore
I just want to hang out in one
all day with nothing better to do
than wander among my friends and heros
I did go to Vegas once
that's a whole other poem
And I have a hundred hours
of video footage
of basement poetry readings
and grocery store parking lot concerts
and stories my mother told my son
while I sat with a camera.
Leave the doing to others,
What I really want
Is to be a witness.
- Neil McKay's Shared Poems
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