Fats Waller sings
"Your feet's too big."
I sit on the subway
and thumb these words.
On the way to the station,
I stepped in a puddle of poems.
This is what remains--
Dripping from my extremities,
Pooling on the "R" train floor.

Food for the Creative Imagination.
Fats Waller sings
"Your feet's too big."
I sit on the subway
and thumb these words.
On the way to the station,
I stepped in a puddle of poems.
This is what remains--
Dripping from my extremities,
Pooling on the "R" train floor.
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