" A Poem Is An Egg With A Horse In It."  - 4th Grader

 
a poem is an egg with a horse in it.
no ordinary bones. just a beak 
and a mane event.
ghost feet
and honeybees
that gallop best
where our terrapins
Jupiter the
most.

where we have
our pins for
star
to fathom 
with.

a poem is a dust up 
where a downward dog
has chased a car 
into a vat
of cats

and that’s who
we are.

and that’s
That.