When I was a budding poet I kept notebooks of poems that impressed me. I figured the best way to learn what the poets were doing would be to copy the poems by hand into notebooks. I carried the notebooks everywhere. On this day in particular, I was sitting in a field on my college campus in Glassboro, N.J. I was sharing a haiku with my friend, Chris.Moonlit sleet In the holes of my Harmonica -David Lloyd
“Do you know that he teaches here?” Chris said.
I had no clue. It was just a poem I loved. It was a total coincidence that the poem’s author, David Lloyd, had an office that overlooked the very field we were sitting in.
I met Lloyd and we met for lunch soon after. At one point I gave him some poems I had been working on. He called and we met up again. His poem meant a lot to me. And meeting him would have an impact on my life.
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Thanks, and of course, I will share more of my story about David Lloyd as we go along!