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On WNYC/Morning Edition, I Read This Poem Called "No More Ladders"

4/18/2023

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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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