Dangerous Expressions

Posted on October 15, 2004 in Poetry The Orange

Last night, at the first meeting of the restyled Orange County Poetry Meetup (now called the Orange Poetry Salon), a few people lingered around the edge. Usually it was one who waited for someone else getting her or his order at the coffee bar. He or she would listen to us until the companion came with the drinks..

One teenaged boy listened intently as we passed a yellow gourd from person to person to indicate whose turn it was to read. I know he enjoyed it. Then his father came up. I could see he sensed trouble. He looked at the eleven of us. “Poetry,” he snarled, waving his head to the far side of the cafe.

I’m dangerous. What a great feeling!