Eva Jackson: 0027

Starting over

And the poets would begin to read.
One would have a blue silk cap
And hail from far away
One would have the wild long hair.
They would set no store by blushing;
They would give you the stare, and if
You got it wrong, well then.
Some have already used their beginning years,
They have lost whatever shoes they needed to lose
Cast off degrees, suddenly;
By degrees I am buried.