My child asked me today,
what a poem was
and I told him.
Perhaps,
in a state of happiness
for his interest
in such an important art form,
I betrayed thousands of years of verse,
and killed so many poets.
So I went searching
and found it all too confusing.
Why, I ask, does the poet
make his verses so impenetrable,
why does he make it so elusive?
I...
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