On Mt. Lemmon’s Aspen Trail — Image by kenne
To my poet friends, how many have had the following experience?
Reading a poem to and audience, years
after its having been published
or even revisited, I discovered a word
that should have been another, an edit
that was so obvious to me—the apt word
stealthily entering my consciousness—
I stumbled over it, embarrassingly
losing my train of thought, nervously
shifting my weight, pussyfooting—
my feet doing a little dance, behind
the speaker’s stand, my mind
in a state of reorganizational panic
as when the face of a former lover, emerges
from memory and lightly touches something
strangely new, something ethereal . . .
— from The Edit by David M. Parsons
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