The Company of the Clever

 

Let me be seen as stupid
and so very unclever.
But let me still be read
even if the clever sniff
and fold the paper over
their dangling legs, glance
down at their fancy socks
and shoes, then inventory
everyone else’s in the cafe.

Let them snicker to themselves,
burp and wish they hadn’t read
it till the very loathsome end.
It’s fine with me, for if I
have any skill whatsoever
what they’ve read will resonate
in them eventually. And that
is worth more to the poet than
the company of all the clever.

 

Poet’s Notes ####

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