It's another George Bilgere day here. There have been several of them.
Today's poem is pure genius.
by George Bilgere
It was nice being a genius
worth nearly half-a-million dollars
for the two or three minutes it took me
to walk back to my house from the mailbox
with the letter from the Foundation
trembling in my hand. Frankly,
for the first minute
I was somewhat surprised at being a genius.
(Read the whole thing here, at The Writer's Almanac.)
The Poetry Friday round up is at Live Your Poem.