A little break from themes Japanese today. A few days ago I received an apologetic email informing me that Leaf Press had selected my poem “Final Round” to appear in The Wild Weathers: a gathering of love poems. The anthology will be released in time for Valentine’s Day.
A few months back I’d received the nicest rejection letter ever. Now the note saying there had been a mix-up, a mistake. My poem had been chosen. Somehow another author’s name had been put on it.
Some things in life don’t change. Recalling those days in elementary school when teachers selected two (usually) popular students to choose teams, I think about how agreeable it is to be picked. Even if last.