Will you think less of me if I

tell you most of my thoughts come while

sitting on the throne, like Rodin?

 

Today it came to me how like

trying to milk a cow is the

urgency of writing a poem.

 

You see, as a child I never

got the hang of correct milking,

and as an elder never tried.

 

A small library has sprouted

in my throne room, and I keep on

planning

to install

a photo

Of Rodin

on the wall.