(for Ann Starr)
This novel of yours, your first,
Which you are about to complete,
When you get it published,
If the whole is as good
As the parts you allowed me to see,
Will attract readers. Definitely.
I imagine them flocking toward it
Like young penguins
On native ice, wings akimbo,
Waddling from tuxedo-side to tuxedo-side,
Eager to receive what you have come
To bring. Also, I can see
Would-be writers swimming up like seals,
Flicking spray from whiskers,
Sleekly cavorting, eager to inspect
Close at flipper your achievement.
Grunting with pleasure,
They find themselves challenged
To create
