Every Fourth Thursday the poet laureate will take us
on a writing walk along the Rio Grande Bosque.
The lightening shortened our trek and she asked us
to go home, write a Trite poem to the moon.
You Oh great Cheese One, I howl at your lumenence.
Draw me like the hackneyed ocean waters to your core
Have the cow take a threadbare jump over your orbness.
and inspire every poet to pine for those sterotypical faces
that left town and never sent me a copy of our book.