(Writ upon the nonprofit incorporation of the poet’s Foundation for Poetic Justice)
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She’s polishing the Articles
Of Incorporation,
Readying to send them for
Approval by her nation
And just in case the details
Of that project were too few
She’s polishing up, just as well,
All the bylaws too
She’s taking notes from phone calls
All over the place
Hoping that the scribbled
Information later may retrace
While surely it is poetry
That be her compositions’ norm
In this prosaic moment, she’s
Filling out another form
Plans of Business
Statements of Purpose
Churning so internally
Need some mama come an’ burp us!
If rhymes appear in this blank space
Readers’ hearts to soften
Than they by habit have been
A little bit less often
Think ye kindly of the poet
Who, regretfully,
Is wrestling, much like Jacob, with
Her Statement of Philosophy!
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The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts
