SOMEONE ELSE AND BACK
Imagine I am Stephen Dunn and I have learned my mother is dead.
I would say,
"Now I'll have a death poem."
I would feel bad about saying that,
you aren't supposed to say something quite so honest.
But, wait a second.
I am not Dunn,
and my mother is alive and kicking.
I saw a woman riding on a bike with her
baby sitting behind her and their dog on a leash,
behind them both.
This is how I became Dunn: I said,
"Now I'll have a poem about a dog-walking Mother on a bike."
Bryan Sanders
