- Read a lot of (good) poetry
- Learn all I can about how to write, read and appreciate poetry
- Memorize (good) poetry
- Though this seems obvious ... write and revise plenty of poems
While You are at Your Father's in July
Week four of your absence, night twenty-six,
Counting sheep, snores, days ‘til your return,
I drift to your undisturbed bed, jewel of
Of your glass-lake room
Soft sheets lap the turquoise shore of sleep,
Lines and lines of pale streetlight stretch
Like a canopy across the ceiling,
I close my eyes
Your pillow does its job and a large pink dog
Flies me to the slant house of your friend
Stella (she’s not imaginary after all),
Who asks how long you’re gone
When I awake some time later, I am ten,
Until your cat appears, trills at my presence,
Slinks near, wet-noses my face,
Settles, purrs
I sing his name, stroke his long back the way
I’ve seen you do, shoulders to tail,
Shoulders to tail, and for a while,
We both pretend
I am you
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