Main Street Laureate

(On the state of American Poetry- A Non-Poem Poem ) I'm Poet Laureate Of Main Street. They voted. I won. ' came down to me and the kid whose dog craps on everyone's lawns. His poem was about a missing red crayon; mine: the stop-sign someone stole from the corner of Elm and Main (I think I know who did it too). Is it coincident both poems are about loss? Probably not. Poetry is at it's best when expressing loss. He'll probably win the position back next year with a weepy poem about not having been chosen Poet Laureate Of Main Street. That's fine with me, as long as he keeps that damn dog in his own yard.