"I need an audience," I said to my friend, Dee, on the phone. "Oh, good. Oh, wait a minute, I have to turn off the radio." I read her the poem I'd just finished. About two sentences in, she started laughing and laughed through the rest of it as I had hoped she would. "My dear, the world of poetry would be missing something so wonderfully strange without you." And then because she always closes our conversations like this, she added, "I leave you with that thought."
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