here we are again/we wrote a po/m on July 25th/and then the rest of july
we wrote a poem every day in august
we wrote a poem every day in september
october too/and november so far
and it’s eight in the morning/and the nagvoice says “now write a poem”
and there’s plenty to write about/it being election day/and the most crucial moment in the history of our country
or if we’re burned out on politics/we could write about our hand surgery/coming up in january
or about the charming kid-drawings our aunt diane found
hell we could even write about how autocorrect just changed hell to he’ll
or how we are one person/but we keep using the “royal we” right now
but let’s talk about what a poem is/and what distinguishes a poem/from other arrays of words
it doesn’t have to be tricky
write something and call it a poem/and behold it IS a poem/and no one can tell you otherwise
it just may not be a GOOD poem/he’ll it may not even be a WORTHY OF READING poem
but in our book of life a poem not worthy of reading (and we have written some real stinkers) is not worthy of posting
the posted stuff has a chance of making readers see or feel or think and be grateful they did
and/dispensing with that pompous “royal we”/you o reader/can read my mind
and that is miraculous
