When the Fates Allow

I don’t write sonnets, or limerick verse I don’t write haiku, though often terse I don’t write ballads, or Horatian odes I don’t write parables, to self-implode But I do write in rhythm, and often in rhyme With meaning that’s buried, and metered in time All verbal indenture, I must disavow For the meaning to rise —when the fates do allow (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)