I'll read both poetry and prose.
I won't differentiate between them.
We don't have the time to do that.
Woo!
"The Bark."
"I took my dog to the lake.
He stood at the water's edge and barked.
The echo of his bark came back, and he barked at it.
Again and again he barked at his own echo,
thinking there was another dog on the other side of the lake.
Welcome to poetry, I said."
[LAUGHTER]