HOW TO WRITE POETRY 321

rub cider vinegar in those wounds that fit you

go loiter by open water 
breath its constant motion and still weight

read the graffiti on the concrete wall there
that obscene kids 
and lovers wrote

marvel at the sky and its queue of planes
that dont come down till theyre told

call
the
morning forest a frayed smudge 
if it feels right

announce
that the cold streaks of rain like fairy lines
are 
falling stars flashing in your headlamp
and
watch 
them  
dance fast and endless and popping
like
video in the black puddles

find a thing and call the thing a things name 
and 
say its name again aloud 
to 
feel 
its 
magic quota
make the A4 sacred