epistle to vander molen

bob:

what shld a poet do for a living
is a question i've long asked
since i never did give much of
a shit about the myth that the
only proper occupation for poets
is teaching / who cares & why
even bring this up at all
when i'm walking to my cube
this july morning as the
heat eases back a bit
& becomes a touch of
fall while i think of you
writing poems on the top
of a ladder painting homes

love,

richard