My Hero
Just as the hare is zipping across the finish line,
the tortoise has stopped once again
by the roadside,
this time to stick out his neck
and nibble a bit of sweet grass,
unlike the previous time
when he was distracted
by a bee humming in the heart of a wildflower.
I recently read "Aimless Love" by Billy Collins. This poem is pretty emblematic of Collins' "deflationary" mode. There are many poems that are like "I'm in Florida, walking on a beach, doing nothing. And this is my poem about it." This poem makes a virtue of the anti-norm.
It reminds me that there's been a whole series of TV commercials during the Olympics that make a virtue of being a good sport, rather than training hard and winning.
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