(an aphorism stolen from and for Teresa Jordan)
William Stafford knew a thing
Or two about poetry
As daily meditation.
You have to accept a chair
Yard saled in Butte, Montana
As a promise that the last
Good thing you have won't be this
Wicker-rockered moment when
Polyester buffalo
Has to peel away from you
And your comfort aesthetic.
Another aphorist said
"Never stand when you can sit."
Never sit when you can lie.
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