Poetry dost not alone
to courtly kings, nobility,
and gentlemen belong;
but lends itself to be degraded,
diction chosen like the scrap
the peasant scribbles on.
Knights and fools together, and
with teenagers enjambed. Typing
sonnet as a song;
like olden days, in summer shade,
with paper, pen, and phone– for lists
of careful words to choose from.