
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch
I want them to water-ski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore
but all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and tortre confession out of it
they begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
- Billy Collins
crest the wave
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