MO

She’s my type of poet

The kinds who takes a subject —

ponds or fowl or . . . Percy —

and, like a composer or painter,

drafts and drafts and drafts

in a never-ending pursuit of

proper words and exquisite order.

In her own unique way,

she makes me think and weep and pray

until I, too, find absolution

or, at the least, resolution.

She’s my type of poet alright

She wouldn’t win this competition

a tribute to Mary Oliver,

with the exception of the

last line which is a statement

about the nature of some

poetry competitions