On the Anxiety of Influence

There are many poems now—
Think of carousel horses
Carved with love, hand painted,
The child inside us thrills.
Yesterday my wife said:
See how they have their mouths open?
Those horses are in pain.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto