Dear Mr. Frost:
Looking back on what
You once said
About writing free
Verse, I know it’s really far-
Fetched but for the sake
Of this poem let’s say you were
Still alive—I bet you’d have
A field day with this flighty
Pesky little critter
Of mine, more than likely
Running it to the ground
Like some frenzied color-
Blind lepidopterist tra-la-la
Traversing a pied meadow,
Sporting a mean nonexistent net.
