We hold these poems to be self-evident:
The shadow of a palm tree approaching noon is a poem;
Las lagrimas-—tears that flow to the ocean
For lost love are a poem;
Birdsong in dead of night,
A rooster at dawn and
A dog’s distant barking:
Each is a poem.
A lost child in a mall praying to find mother prays a poem.
A punchline of a joke, from a forgotten friend—suddenly remembered,
As if by ambush—is a poem.
Pleading eyes for hunger or lust
Or warmth plead a poem.
The arctic Aurora Borealis in smeared-sky rainbow;
The infinite disc-edge of a black hole;
The radiation soul-heat of the bang that was all big creation:
These each play in the top ten greatest hits, nightly, of this very station:
Radio Poetry Supernova X.