Stanza

Some poems
I write twice

Once
For the flow
For the words
From the feeling

Second for the thyme
The herbaceous quality
Of tempo
Against rhubarb

Whether

It's a pie
Or a cake
Layers add

To
The
Mouth-
feel

Slacken the tight
And there is space
A frenetic pitcher
Pouring beer to froth

Replaced
By a soft pour
Maple syrup
Into a bowl

So relax
This one has been brought into righteousness

Away from slop
Out of the mud


To civilized extra
Space
Or is that where the civilization ends
And the beasts roam

Both of these things
Seem to be true

So skip the space
Spring the step
But
Do write
At least once