15/365

more poems escaped
than were captured today:
the holes in the net
too wide
to yield a bounty
of any value
or worth.

in the morning
my students
put up a good fight
and caught a few
with my help.

words about:
time
gratitude
refugees
orca captivity
being ignored.

“a poem is like a maze
you have to explore every lead
but you might not always make it out.”

they wrote and re-wrote
and re-re-wrote for an hour straight.
tinkering under the hood
turning the poems inside out
and poking at their guts.
knocking them over
to see what might spill out.

“take a risk.
get weird.
you never now what poetry
can be found inside you
around you.”