A poem is a person
who gets up every day
and throws all his clothes
all his possessions
right out the door
and is calm and satisfied
with nothing for a while
to be naked and poor
for a while before
lapsing back into prose
which is not yet a person
more like a dog or pet
for which it must be forgiven
for which it is constantly
whining and making excuses
enough to make a poem
pull itself up to a slanting
position and fly off.
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