didn’t
see poetry
as anything special.

it was
just a part of him.

a
part of
what he did…

every day.

he’d get up in the morning,
have his coffee…

walk out
with the dog

and
write a poem.

he
never went back
to correct or change a line.

they
just were
what they were.

he
said he
learned it
from the dog,
who (he claimed)
was a better poet than him.