The Poet/ Reader Dynamic

Readers step
into the rhythm,
that exists here—

Where meaning
flickers
like embers,
waiting
to catch.

I tease them
not with allegory
but with
the promise
of metaphor.

Pulling them
into my world
with something
convincing,
like

Raspberry fields,
pretzel coated rain,
buckets of sorrow,
and sunken magnolias.

This is what they remember.