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On the Road

By Rebecca Wolff

I met my neighbor on the road this morning, a childhood friend I haven’t seen since childhood, except on Facebook, which is where he saw the news of my new book. “Selling lots of copies?” he inquired cheerfully, and when I mentioned that books of poems don’t really figure in that way in the American consciousness he and I then shared a few moments laughingly comparing the obscurity of our respective art forms: He is an opera singer, it turns out, though from his Facebook friends I had construed him as an architect. But this is not a post about Facebook.

Comments (3)

  • On August 23, 2009 at 1:35 am Tony Renner wrote:

    i can’t tell if this is a post or a poem… i like it….

    — tony

  • On August 23, 2009 at 5:01 am Jim Murdoch wrote:

    Yes, I suppose there must be worse things to be than a poet. I mean, how many of their buildings does the average architect ever see constructed in their lifetime? Or is one enough as long as you’re remembered for it?

  • On August 23, 2009 at 5:36 pm Galen wrote:

    “But this is not a post about Facebook.”

    Ah. Thank-you Master Po.

Posted in Uncategorized on Saturday, August 22nd, 2009 by Rebecca Wolff.