Upon trying to imagine a 3-D sonnet
"Cummings is not my cup of tea. Too flat and gray." I found that laughable,
On the day we talked of breaking molds:
"Really? Based on his rejection of capitals?"
No reply, but sensing I had struck gold,
Edged onward, "But when something's lacking,
Reinforcement occurs in an odd way.
Some sense of loss shown in the mold cracking
To wake us from the sleep of tradition, say."
"Oh, please, it's like rebel yell or plastic poesy!"
"No, it is not just a cheap shot. It's perusing a childhood crate or
Entering your backyard and with new focus, see?"
"Too much concrete and too little nature!
Happenstance of style run amok. So the essence of 'Where it's
At' is rejected." "Forgive the method, Cinderfella, if the shoe fits!"
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