We three at American Life in Poetry, Ted, Pat and Cameron, wish you a happy and wholesome 2021, and here’s a poem to celebrate our friendship with you and our 15th year of weekly poems.
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We three at American Life in Poetry, Ted, Pat and Cameron, wish you a happy and wholesome 2021, and here’s a poem to celebrate our friendship with you and our 15th year of weekly poems. Warren Woessner is a poet and a patent attorney who lives in Minneapolis. If you’ve invented a new kind of poem and want to get it patented, well, he’s pretty busy and probably can’t help you with that. His newest book is “Exit – Sky” from Holy Cow! Press.
New Year’s Eve
5 p.m., corner booth,
Oak Bar, Plaza Hotel,
New York City, Center
of the World of all
that matters.
Where a Belvedere martini,
up with a twist, contemplates you
like a languid gold fish
in a clear garden pool,
or a suspended tear
that you can take back inside,
like that first full breath,
in case you need it,
as the world gets ready
to start all over again again.
