Jim Trainer


In Jim Trainer, National Poetry Month, poem, Poetry, THIRTY FOR THIRTY CHALLENGE on April 20, 2015 at 1:13 pm

working graveyard in a bookstore
coming home every morning at 7
drinking a quart of beer, smoking
and writing poetry
those poems gave me the littlest
bit of space in a very dull routine
as thin as a sheet of paper, that space
but growing
with the stack of poems
the magic of it was,
I could fight a battle on those pages
while in life there was no fight at all
on those pages was movement
a shedding
a recasting, an imagining
I was practicing
warming up for a better time.


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