Tweet of the Day, This Poem Is Growing On Me edition.

It has depths, man.  I mean, I wouldn’t be ashamed to have written it.  “The Tiger’s” got all the narrative simplicity of an icepick and it flows well off the spoken tongue. I mean, I can see it all. The tiger. The screaming people.  The child, standing off to one corner, in the middle of the greatest moment of his young life.

Of course, the tiger’s about to eat the bloodthirsty little rotter, but sometimes a poem’s about the interaction between you and the poet.

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