I'm happy! On WNYC/Morning Edition for Poetry Month, I was asked to read my poem called "No More Ladders" - about last summer's Catskills fall. It was for their "Consequences" theme & it ran at 8:20 a.m. this morning. I think they'll archive it later, and I'll post that. I'm thrilled they chose it. Needs another draft or two, but here it is:
No More Ladders There was that noon hour I had, before the town art show, hot, sunny, the flowers perfumed and pond-sitting near croaking frogs beckoned. But I kept thinking the balcony door could only be dragged open from the outside. The ladder balanced well And I climbed the feet rung upon rung, ready to fix when the steps collapsed, the air went dark, a bright thing flashed, and I couldn't walk. Someone thought I was only waving but then knew In the helicopter, flying over the Catskills all tied up and bracing, I missed the art, but not the show. Brain bleed, concussion, Broken pelvis, torn shoulder. Light too bright, I closed my eyes, making hard work for many, But so glad I could still think of frogs, friends, ponds and family.
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