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Blog Entry 32 of 196 Dial 'T' for Tabitha
I'm a bicycling poet who lived in Parker for several years and worked at YourHub.com, covering Parker and Franktown for two years.

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This week's poem from American Life in Poetry


Wednesday was great. In the morning, I helped Castle Pines resident Kathy Hurley post her April Fool's Day poem.

I hope you check it out, rate it, maybe make a comment and write your own poem about April. The best poems under 20 lines will be considered for our print sections in April.

Wednesday night, I got to see a poet comrade-in-arms, Chris Ransick, officially recognized as Denver's first living Poet Laureate (the very first Poet Laureate was honored posthumously).

Please see my pictures from that night.

Per Friday tradition, here's the poem of the week from American Life in Poetry. I hope it and Kathy Hurley inspire you to post a poem to the site, so that visitors to the site can enjoy it and we can consider it for print in celebration of National Poetry Month.

Thanks for the read. On to the poem.

By Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate

What a marvelous gift is the imagination, and each of us gets one at birth, free of charge and ready to start up, get on, and ride away. Can there be anything quite so homely and ordinary as a steam radiator? And yet, here, Connie Wanek, of Duluth, Minnesota, nudges one into play.

Radiator

Mittens are drying on the radiator,
boots nearby, one on its side.
Like some monstrous segmented insect
the radiator elongates under the window.

Or it is a beast with many shoulders
domesticated in the Ice Age.
How many years it takes
to move from room to room!

Some cage their radiators
but this is unnecessary
as they have little desire to escape.

Like turtles they are quite self-contained.
If they seem sad, it is only the same sadness
we all feel, unlovely, growing slowly cold.

Reprinted from "Bonfire," New Rivers Press, 1997, by permission of the author. Copyright (c) 1997 by Connie Wanek. Her most recent book is "Hartley Field," from Holy Cow! Press. This weekly column is supported by The Poetry Foundation, The Library of Congress, and the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. This column does not accept unsolicited poetry.

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American Life in Poetry provides newspapers and online publications with a free weekly column featuring contemporary American poems. The sole mission of this project is to promote poetry: American Life in Poetry seeks to create a vigorous presence for poetry in our culture.

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Thank you, Andrew! Andrew's got some very good haiku on his blog, which you can find here: http://jamesalockhart.blogspot.com/

very nice work! I enjoy your writing, Tabitha.
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