the trouble with wingmen

E.J. contacted my old high school to see if they want to have me come by during National Poetry Month. I'm not holding my breath. I am sort of the red-headed stepchild of their distinguished alumni, having no forty year old sitcom or thirty year old soap opera to my credit.

A line came to me today...being I did not want to lose it, I scribbled it on my own arm...

"The arrogance of a nuance'd dance."

I'll incubate it and see what sort of wings it grows while being sat upon.