It was an invitation to share a little glory
even if defined in the wake only a poem
can make - a passage where we co-join
in appreciation of verse; - but there is a
mystery, I’m addressed as Alan, maybe
Angelina had him on her tongue before
she began cutting and pasting. Course
I don’t mind, I’ll do th' work, she’d take
featured in Poetry from the Orchard; th'
poet, Diana Raab, would be seen a fair
afield as she’d ever desire 'nd I’ll bathe
in limelight Rare Bird Lit might shake in-
to a gracious offer to fĂȘte me too…
maybe
© 20 December 2013, I. D. Carswell
http://igorevich.blogspot.com.au/2013/12/diane-raab.html
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