Poetry for Strangers is about finding inspiration in community, in people, in the chance encounters of everyday life. PFS suggests that every person can be a “muse” of a poem. Every week of this year I will ask a stranger for a single word and then write a poem inspired by the word. I invite you to do the same.

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This stranger—whose energy and brightness when talking about coffee made it clear that he was exactly the kind of stranger for whom I like to write poems—was delightful. His word was given to me the afternoon before an adventurous evening when we found a yellow-jacket nest by the garage.

The Stranger: Michael

The Word: Legendary

The poem I wrote:

In the yellow-
jacket nest
sits only fury

& how a slaying
is a project
just like any;

such a nest
like a baby’s
head on the closet

floor, blue
as a humming
lantern; disputes

on who will empty
it, make it all
better & when

they hum we feel
alive, like people
to whom legendary
things happen.

‘To extinction,’
we’ll toast
once the act is done

& for one night
we will write
ourselves clean,

how such an event
is a baptism.

(yes, larvae, we see you)

the next morning
it will fall apart
like gray

paper, layered
with perfect cells,
a garrison;

inside they wriggle
fetal, voiceless like any
shelved-in young

& nearly glowing,
not dead. One
wasp returns

and we back away
with something
like respect. 

The Challenge: Do you have a poem in you on this word? Write one here.