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I have been trying to convince my friend for some time now that poetry is not as scary or obtuse as the poems he encountered in English 10. I finally found an Ashberry poem I thought he would like and showed it to him. He read, quietly, but with a few nods, until finally I heard a mild screech. He had turned the book over and a photo of Ashberry himself has startled him. I have to say the photo was pretty intimidating. But I think he now thinks the poets, not the poems are scary.

I wanted to write you a poem,
not because of any brief parceling
of love on your part, and not because
the gold in the trees moved me to thought.
No, I wanted

to write you this poem
because the blue pen you gave me
writes so clean on this crisp, white paper.

I wish

that there would

not be a space

between these lines.