Glen Martin Fitch


PAY NO ATTENTION TO THAT MAN BEHIND THE...


You're looking for a wizard?
Don't look here.
(I'm no Professor Marvel.
I'm a sham.)
Whenever I sense
someone's need or fear,
I play the part.
I let them think I am.
It's true I lie,
but as a poet lies.
We both were boring Kansas
born and bred.
(I think it's black and white life
we despise.)
We long
for rainbow tinted lands instead.
To raise an emerald city
was their dream.
Don't hurry back too soon,
for as you view it
so you build it too
and it would seem the old
(if I've done my job well)
is new.
So make your own Oz.
Find your own way home.
Now go.
Don't trust this poet,
trust your poem.

Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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