in modern times, a free verse poet gloats
to me, they tend to talk straight from their asses.
I see, in modern poetry much huffing
so casual and shrill beyond compare
it is as if they’d beaten out the stuffing
of pigeon-chested crows while eagles dare.
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The stem had fallen off
All petals drooped at firstbut saw no choice.The heel of timesoon steppedupon it alland life had gone.
I may just shave it
a different era.