THAT’S HOW IT IS

I think I’m a poet
Don’t care if you do
Won’t write about Robins
Fragile petal flowers
Undercover moons.

I think
Look up
Write it down
In my room.

What it means
I don’t know,
Ideas
Come and go.
Eventually
Out of the blue
This poem
Might be for you.

This is true
That’s my way
Sometimes
I Have nothing to say
But If I’m lucky
And you’re in town
You’ll be reading
This today.