DAY JOB

@the Correspondence School(now known as Distance Learning
i knew some of the workers as poets
i had seen them @readings.i knew their faces and their words
but here,there was a quiet shame in exile
as if Dreaming was not Golden(enough
and day cages gilt edged security.They avoided me
i learned to play ping-pong with astonishing alacrity
our job was to correct tests sent in.It was dull fish but fed us
@times i was too tempted to rip the mask off,strip down to my Superman suit
take off my Clarke Kent glasses,jump on the desk and shout
"I KNOW YOU AS POETS BRIGHT BIRDS! RESTORE YOUR COLORED PLUMAGE AND FLY AWAY!"
i knew no one would .so i stayed(wings clipped) in the day cage
until,one day...