Tuesday, June 3, 2014


        If now and then I craft some lines of verse
        Unusually sonorous and terse,
        More substantive, insightful, even witty
        Than my more typical diurnal ditty,

        Then I feel briefly that my soul’s come home,
        And what I’ve written counts as a true poem—
        Of course this clearly is not one of those,
        As anyone discerning surely knows.