I come back here from time to time
And read the long history of
The charming hearts and sunspot minds
Of poets churning for years.
What a climate they have built!
It rains and shines on the
same side of the street,
Even late at night. Sometimes
Noon is dark and rivers
Run up to the corner cops
To ask directions!

Chains of miracles tie
The frothing mad middle down
KEeping it
Hogtied by magic, prevented
From renewing the mediocre!
Keep it up, you golden elves,
Sequoias of the long tongue, nova-crafters!