day two:  

in the festival green room,
at the hotel in Winnipeg,
the booze is free,
and the food does not stop,
This guy, is blasted and
clinging to all who make
eye contact
and I do, and there he is
at my elbow, saying:
“Jesus, Suknaski would have loved you!
He would have loved it that
you write poems about trees
on the prairies! Yup. Suknaski would have
loved you. Do you know Suknaski?
You have to read Suknaski! His
Wood Mountain Poems! Read Suknaski.
Suknaski would have loved that tree poem
of yours!”

When I get home, I look up old Suknaski
and his Wood Mountain book
and at the library
I crack it open and what I find
is high praise
indeed.

© 2007 Thomas Trofimuk