I think you and I have discussed poetry contests before. As you’ll recall, the really good stuff (ahem!) never wins - the judges are always young English professors who think blank verse or haiku is au courant. And there I stand, wistfully clutching my verses that rhyme and have meter.
Such was the case when, some years ago, Caltrain sponsored a poetry contest linked to Valentine’s Day. The rules: 100 words, love, trains. I could do that, and I did.
The first- and second-prize winners were in blank verse, and third place went to something in haiku. But then the clouds parted and my poem was selected by Caltrain to be put on its very own poster as one of a set of 10 posters at the stations in San Jose and San Francisco. There is a God.
And now, you get to read what thousands of commuters were exposed to for several weeks. I know you’ll survive. They did. ❀