I finished reading your book

and now know its all been written

Plath and her marriage

Oliver’s wild geese

Shakespeare’s folly

Whitman and his grass

Chaucer’s bawds

But this I know

that I woke one morning

and knew my life was charmed

and when that door opened

I walked thru it

into a Child’s Garden of Verse

life is long

and its sonnets are evergreen