A friend asked me for this poem.
Writing a Poem About a Cassette Tape
It seems like it should be a simple task,
but it’s not. First of all
I have to decide on a tone
or at the very least, a way to begin
A poem is not circular
like the rings in a tree, or planetary orbits.
I guess in that way a poem
is kind of like a cassette tape,
a rush of feeling and sound. An ordeal
to rewind, just to hear that
one memory. Or feel
in some way, what you felt before
when the poem’s idea first came to you
and you thought it seemed a simple enough task.
