here is

no where

therefore

I am

now here

Poem At 45

I consider myself

no more

than a bridge

from where I am

to there

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