THE ICON

THE ICON
(For Albert Huffstickler)

The icon and I
read at the same venue

I like his poetry
but am not sure
that he even hears mine
surrounded as he is
by the iron filings of fans

No matter I think
I have the gift of his words
and an iron filing or two of my own

We may nod as we pass
on the way to the stage

As similar as magnets
the shy poles repelling