Summer of Poetry 1: "You, Reader," and SoP Introduction

You, Reader
~Billy Collins~

I wonder how you are going to feel
when you find out
that I wrote this instead of you.
that it was I who got up early
to sit in the kitchen
and mention with a pen
the rain-soaked windows,
the ivy wallpaper,
and the goldfish circling in its bowl
Go ahead and turn aside,
bite your lip and tear out the page,
but, listen -- it was just a matter of time
before one of us happened
to notice the unlit candles
and the clock humming on the wall.
Plus, nothing happened that morning--
a song on the radio,
a car whistling along the road outside--
and I was only thinking
about the shakers of salt and pepper
that were standing side by side on a place mat.
I wondered if they had become friends
after all these years
or if they were still strangers to one another
like you and I
who manage to be known and unknown
to each other at the same time --
me at this table with a bowl of pears,
you leaning in a doorway somewhere
near some blue hydrangeas, reading this.
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Poetry's lines I used to not cross,
believing I only had a saccharine boss,

but now with some practice (and prodding from 'Loo)
I'm willing to try it... now, how 'bout you?

I'm taking 'spiration from poems that I read
over the summer, and I'd sure like t'see

what you all think, or take as spark.
Won't you share poems this season-not-dark?