Soft Blue Summer's Breeze

There're two streams

of thought about poetry.

One flows toward the view

that the poem should say something,

tell a story, as it were. The other

stream goes to the thinking that

a poem needs just be, period.

Me, personally, well, I'm of a mind

to settle merely for a soft blue

summer's breeze and a hot corn bread

muffin full of dripping hand-churned

butter from my poem.

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