I bought a book of poetry today. Poetry is my guilty pleasure or perhaps one of my guilty pleasures. I bought it on the clearance rack for only $4.99 ($5.31 after sales tax) so I don’t have to feel too guilty. I love poetry. I read sonnets and psalms, limericks and haikus and everything in between. I have shelves of poetry books by local poets as well as the great the obscure and the rebellious. I have no favorite although admire E. E. Cummings for his blatant disregard of establishment. I like poetry because it’s a concentration of feelings. The stories are not long and drawn out like in novels. There’s no time to waste on needless minutia. Every word is essential. Poems are a concentration of raw details of the moment. They are the written photographs of experience.