I shift from carrying tiny, toy size purses to enormous schlumpy bags that hold every thing in case I need four pens or a gift card from the holidays or three pairs of sunglasses or a protein bar, a book or a different book or lipstick.
Then switch back again.
In the same spirit, I move from long rambling poems to compact forms, one image, few words.
Here I go again, tumbling
learn to write haiku
from instruction books, pamphlets,
guides, what Not To Do
or
pick up this small book
one poem per page,
perfect
or
go out to the woods,
sidewalk, school
whatever world offers it-
self
up to you
bring a pen
Puff Of Smoke Poems 