For Poem Teachers

One must have a mind of winter

To pay attention in poetry class

And one must have been cold a long time

Not to think of any misery in dissecting

Poems that aren't dead yet

the answer's

to remove

the question

Few metaphors are worth it; things are

And will course like nothing else.

Nothing In Art Must Seem Like Chance

Degas

Still believing

Chances are you will

Starve if you can or

Manage to go insane

Details Detract From The Purity Of The Thought

At first walking along the ocean

My eyes focused only

On what I might run into