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Note To A Poet I Greatly Admire
I am an old fart, and a notorious flipflopper (I mean, with regard to decisions; not the footwear---well, not since college, lol), and your change of screen names has given me courage to face this issue once more, once and for all (I hope). I have found out, with a simple google search, that starward is too generic and has been used too much for other purposes; too much for my comfort level. I will use something a little more personalized, less generic, and harder to imitate (or to be accused of being an imitation). Thank you for setting an example---in this way, and with your poetry---that has helped me enormously.
Comfortable And Stylish
Birkenstock sandals are the best.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues
I don't think those were
Thanks for that comment.
I don't think that brand was readily available to us, back in those days (1976-1980). A good many students on the campus attended classes, or meals in the cafeteria, without benefit of shoes; barefoot or socks was the prevailing style, all four years that I was there. My usual style, at that time, was a polo shirt or tee, baggy painters' pants, and flip-flops---which I usually carried, wearing them only when surfaces or the weather absolutely demanded compliance. One Friday afternoon in late spring, I walked an eighteen mile round trip between the campus and the post office, with my flops mostly carried. My Beloved had sent me a rather elaborate (and very delightful) letter, but had shorted the postage; so I had to retrieve it from the post office, as the campus courier would not have been going back until the following Monday . . . and I definitely did not want to wait through the weekend to read the letter. My Beloved's letters were very pleasantly candid, with very detailed descriptions. Because I was so anxious to have the letter, the eighteen miles did not seem like much of a difficulty. When I returned to my dorm, I soaked my feet in a tub of cold water---which immediately clouded from the streetgrime collected on my feet. The cool water, and the smoking hot letter, both made for a very pleasant evening.
Starward
Oh Just Lovely
What an enjoyable story snippet
of your personal world you've surprised
me with the pleasure of reading!
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues
First, as I have said before,
First, as I have said before, coming from a Poet like you, that is quite a compliment. And it has emboldened me to post it as a prose piece of its own, and I will acknowledge you in the notes as cause for the posting.
Starward