Poets Peak

Every Sunday we head to Poets Peak,
phrase karabiners tangling from our waists,
ginsberg rope slung over our shoulders.

We reach to find cracks large enough
to jam our pens into, titles worthy of footholds,
calling out to each other on the way:

The patterns etched in the Pantoums are marvelous!
Sestina is just around the corner, come on, come on –
the view from the summit of the Cento
is a new word we haven’t learnt before today!

Below is our leader Francesco Levato;
He stands far enough away to be objective,
close enough to keep us from falling off the page.

- Louise L.