Guest Poet Roger Krueger
STORY
To begin
this is not a song
it is a story
but you may sing it if you wish
The tin cup
moves along the street
in the hand
of a man I never knew
he sang on a street
in Norfolk
a town I was passing through.
It took three years
for the passing
yet I never knew his name
his cup in his hand
he was singing
while I was watching
for rain.
November 1997
Roger Krueger's Questions:
1. Is the opening effective, or is it too confusing, too vague?
2. Should I add more descriptive detail, to create a more concrete
image of the man who is singing or should that be left to the reader's imagination?
Correspond with Roger Krueger at
rfkrueger7@hotmail.com
with your ideas about this poem.
The Albany Poetry Workshop