Joining the community : A poem by Kim Triedman
The poet and the promoter went to Au Bon Pain on Saturday morning
disguised as the same person. It was a weekly gathering of poets, and
no one knew either of them, so it was impossible to tell who was who.
The poet wore black, as poets will, and the promoter wore an open smile
suggesting much more confidence than the poet had ever had the
good fortune to know. They drank coffee, which only the promoter could
really tolerate, and fidgeted, which only made the poet self-conscious.
At the end of the hour, the promoter had two new readings booked for
the winter and a half-dozen email addresses scribbled in her planner.
The poet had a nervous stomach from all the coffee and the beginnings
of a poem. They left the café together, all smiles and black, and
everyone thought what a pleasant young woman they had just met.
*Kim Triedman is a new member of the Bards, and the winner of the 2008 Main St. Rag Chapbook Competition
