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.