My father asks me what success looks like
for a poet. And I don’t have a quick answer.
I mull it over for some vague amount of time
and, knowing that he won’t necessarily like it,
I say, “Success is continuing to write the poem.”
My father asks me what success looks like
for a poet. And I don’t have a quick answer.
I mull it over for some vague amount of time
and, knowing that he won’t necessarily like it,
I say, “Success is continuing to write the poem.”