Permission - Roy Woolfstead

[Larry Robinson]

Permission

 
It was an unexpected moment,

A slender young stranger

Sitting on the bookstore floor

In the poetry section.

 
I, browsing for a collection I’d not read.

She, handling every book in a row.

“What are you looking for?” I asked.

“I’m not sure.”

“Is it an assignment or for you?”

“For me.”

“Might I suggest?”

“Oh, yes,” she smiled up at me.

 
Then, magic. . .

My passion for poetry

To share in the world.

“How about this, Billy Collins’ Picnic Light,

Profound and funny.”

She examined the cover and read,

But only a small luminosity.

“Or this one, William Stafford. Check out,

The Way It Is.”

She held the book like crystal, and thought a moment.

 
“Maybe a woman? Do you know Mary Oliver?”

She shook her head.

I opened to Wild Geese.

Her eyes watered, as her posture lifted,

Smiling moonlight,

“Oh, yes, this is what I’m after.”

	- Roy Woolfstead

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