Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven't told the girl you are smitten with her.
Poetry is a kinetic arrangement of static syllables.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.
Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, and bipeds, beating their way up bewildering bastions.
Nothing happens... but first a dream.