ON NOT WRITING FICTION
I’ll write a poem, yes, but not a story.
I’d rather think of rhymes that fit—like gory, glory;
But making plots and themes and characters,
Imagining that this or that occurs,
Seems counter to the way my mind is made;
Yet tight parameters of verse obeyed,
A shapely sonnet neatly turned and tuned
Is what I do. My tale would be lampooned.