Seven minutes to the poetry reading! I’m early feeling safe. One ticket, I say. Sold out, I’m sorry, comes the reply. Good, I say. So it should be for poetry! I’m a poet right! Hang on I’ll double check, is her reply. There’s one ticket left! Déjà vu is happening to me! Do you still want it? She asks me. So it should be, I think. A poet I am still. Yes, I say, I proffer cash and pay, I take my tix, and as I walk away. My grin morphs into laughter! Again! I say. So it should be, I think. A poet I am always.