One was a farmer
raised chickens, livestock,
picked apples and pears,
another was a family doctor
back when they made house calls.
There was one
who ran a big insurance company,
and another who practiced law.
One was a banker,
one a politician,
another a mail carrier
who eventually moved up
to be a mail sorter.
One was a government bureaucrat,
another the heavyweight boxing champion
of the world.
One made documentary films,
and one studied to be a rabbi
but made his living
as a financial planner.
And the teachers, the teachers,
so many teachers.
Some I know only by reputation,
others I call friends,
not one
just a poet;
not one.
My heart aches for them,
the farmers, executives, bureaucrats,
doctors, bankers, mail carriers
and sorters
who were also poets.
Me, I’m a rent collector,
sometimes call myself
a property manager,
and also a poet.
My heart aches.
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