I’m not a political poet. Not for the most part, anyway. I certainly never wanted to be one, and I had been writing for a number of years before this finally happened:
I don’t want to say too much for fear of being misconstrued
for fear of being understood all too clearly
so here’s your warning â€“
flowers sometimes bloom quite literally,
unfurling in the dewfall to kiss
mother sky good morrow.
And sometimes wolves change their sheep
clothes for pinstripes.