Poet Laureate
.
Find me a town where the outskirts
roadside sign reads: “Pop 3”.
Two blind, one deaf, then me.
Where I will write for the two,
speak for the one, then petition the town
to nominate me its first
Poet Laureate.
They will proudly display my books in their library.
Print and audio.
I will appear at important public functions.
Give invocations. Lend words to things that
never needed words before I showed up.
Snaps will abound.
This must be immortality.
William S. Friday 