Where are you
Poetry?

Sing to me, like the rat-tat-tat of the helicopter
That flies
Low
For some reason.

Where are you
Poetry?

Let me see your face.
Hiding there behind the neighbor’s
Rhododendron,
I see the tuft of your hair
Speckled
Like a trout.

Poetry,
it is time,
poetry,
to be,
poetry,
to be,
Something.