Edisto Beach and The Big City

I have returned from Edisto Beach (Thank you, Jay. You are a gracious host and I thoroughly enjoyed myself in yours and everyone else's company.) The ocean is good for perspective gaining and what not. There were bright days and hazy days, sea turtle hatchlings running to the ocean (Ann got some greast footage of one little guy trooping over the sand and into the waves. Nice work, both of you!), slum gullion, steaks, french toast, salads with anchovies, guacamole, zucchinis, pasta, lime chicken, wine, beer, and celebrity. Beach reading, boogie boarding, sun blocking, sky gazing, stars shooting, cigarette smoking, horseshoe throwing and bike riding. A trip to Savannah with ghost stories and waiting and anticipation. Waiting to hear from NYC and anticpating seeing Curt and Ann. Good times and good food with good friends ... what, do I write for a touristy ad or something out of a book of sophomoric poetry?

This, right on the heels of my trip to NYC to interview for a job. The interview went well enough, the school looked well enough, and aside from some parking and traffic tickets, everything else went well. So what did I find out? That it's important to keep an open mind and a fresh page open in your book of options. If at least, so you can write a poem here and there.

The Academy of Letters Wrote Back

The Academy of Letters wrote back,
"Thank you for the interest in our school"
To me and some talented others in the pool
They didn't ask to get out and towell off.
Yes and like the rest, when I got dressed
The polite reply read, "Not impressed"
The Academy of Letters wrote back.