carol moldaw is not ann darr,
carol doesn't agree with ann,
carol doesn't write what ann writes,
because carol is not ann as a poet.
I read what carol and ann write,
I read books of poetry,
I read room full poetry,
poems go vertical, horizontal, words blow like a whistle,
carol moldaw and ann darr
have their dreams collected in a sack,
grind-ed into flours, and rolled them
back and forth, baked into cup cakes,
swallowed by elementary school kids.
when carol and ann read a poem,
they consider at their own dream,
nobody like reading others,
unless the words written speak to them.