Poetry has a way of cropping up in unexpected places. Yesterday, in celebration of a dear friend's birthday, I went into Port Townsend. We saw the Rhody Parade.
We attended a cake picnic (and community dance party).
We went to a carnival.
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| View from the Ferris wheel. |
And when wandering through the Farmers Market, I met this woman: Afrose Fatima Ahmed.
She was typing out name-your-price poems on a portable typewriter. I was impressed both by her ability to focus in the midst of the market noise and by the quality of her lightning-speed work. Her
website contains some brief information about what she refers to as her "impromptu poetry."
I find this idea of a poem written instantly and then cast out
—bread upon the waters, no copies saved, no revisions made
—both intriguing and terrifying.
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