Poetry Reading, Venue #2

This is a poem about an event at Boulder Book Store celebrating National Poetry Month. I was also delighted to see Matt and Tracy Tucker, who also read poems.

Poetry Reading: Venue #2

I don’t have to resist
foul language, or tedious
sexual innuendo. It's
a more sedate crowd,
better writers.
We enjoy hors d’oeuvres
and chilled white wine,
Bookcases heavy with
volumes of poetry protect
us from the mundane.
We settle into comfy chairs.
Poetry enters me, engages me,

entrances me.