Empty Seats

You were right to call out the empty seats
At our poetry readings last fall
Where the MC up my new favorite
Definition of poetry as strange words,
Planted well beside each other
Friending slowly into songs.

The last time I showed up at that podium
I offered my new favorite definition of God
To those there but maybe not there fully.
I'll exchange God for present purposes
And put Poetry in His place:
"There's Poetry and then there's not paying attention."

Today's song, a purposeful present:
There's Poetry and then there's not showing up.

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