The Poet's Occasional Alternative
I was going to write poem
I made a pie instead it took
about the same amount of time
of course the pie was a final
draft a poem would have some
distance to go days and weeks
and much crumpled paper
the pie already had a talking
trumbling audience among
small trucks and a fire engine on
the kitchen floor
everybody will like this pie
it will have apples and
cranberries dried apricots in it many
friends will say why in the world did
you make only one
this does not happen with
poems
becouse of unreportable
sadness I decided to settle
this morning for a responsive
eatership I do not
want to wait a week a year
a generation for the right
consumer to come along.
