was too hard, so unlike mine.
no puzzle
when reading me,
just maybe
a rare
rhyme.
deep enough to maybe get
your ankles
wet,
but his stuff was deadly.
i'd get a headache
trying to figure out
exactly what
the poem meant.
what the point was, what
brilliant
stroke of clever importance
was he trying
to convey.
i wasn't smart enough,
not hip or educated
enough to understand him,
though i tried.
i gave up.
and then i saw his book
on the shelf
at the last open bookstore
in town.
he had won
the Pulitzer Prize.
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