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 Horacian 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 allow (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)