Sunny Morning

Experiencing

What’s new gone, the light,

The Ashbery poem

Someone thrust at you,

While the cat cleaned tail

And the orange peels

Still wafted citrus,

Another poet

Explained, whenever

A peculiar fact

Triggers a poem, most

Of what I’ll need is

There where I stumbled

On it. If questions

Arise, Google is

Awfully handy.

If experience

Of the sun, poem, cat,

Pungent orange peels,

Printed interviews,

A quiet morning

In a broken frame,

Triggers poetry,

Most of what you’ll need

Wants to know, for what?

To pay attention

To what’s up ahead,

Explained Ashbery,

As unhelpfully

As always, now dead.