Poets, call themselves
Honest. Viewers. Observers.
Watchers, Poets are.
They give meaning to Miss Spider who scares
The curds out of Muffet, who runs away
From her tuffet into the arms of Prince
Charming him from the Tasks he’s called to do
Right there, that last line breaks down the whole pro-
Important a thing
Do they do that Muffet
Cannot steal a moment. No wonder!
Princes always win. I have important Things
Poet, so do you, spinning metaphor
Out of shimmering filament, stronger
Than our words. Stickier, too. Poet walked
Through a web by accident and met a
Sailor called to clean bilges that fill up
Every time he wipes them to keep rust dry.
Lie back on this checked
Blanket, Poet, and let me
Act like an ant and crawl all over
Your picnic. We have important things to do.
(C) 2021 Stephen Fuller