I Saw a Poet's Face Today

The Poet's Faceby Carrie JonesI saw the poet’s face for the first time Today. It wasn’t what I expected, More Springsteen than Jesus. His head tilted To the side like a dog when it just can’t Figure out what her humans are trying To say. His brow was heavy, eyes too sad, Bags beneath them holding all the wrongs we’ve All accumulated just beneath skin. I wonder if those wrongs are what leaks out Onto the pages, again and again. I saw the poet’s face today. It was What I expected. There was no beauty Just age and sadness and […]