A short piece on literary agents.


Muddy Waters

I dreamed I was floating
in a tank of literary agents
Murky shadows
darting under me
Surfacing from time to time
for air and money
and giving me
the old fish-eye

Poetry Collection: The Smell of Tweed and Tobacco
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection

THE SMELL OF TWEED
AND TOBACCO

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