When poets don’t write
what I want to read
I think, well, sometimes
if you want something done,
you have to do it yourself.

most of the time,
my attempts to do so
turn out to be
lacking in merit.

as I undertook the task
of deleting such failures
from my hard drive,
it occurred to me
that so many poets
will have suffered through
the very same process.

So here’s to deleted effort,
to best intention laid to rest,
and to the sun which,
by way of its absence,
admits the moon.