Finch on a Sapling Anchored in Gravel

Whose nature? Write what you know,
But if it’s not what we know,
Make it entertaining, or

Make us feel invited in.
Don’t write about what you know
So we don’t recognize it

Or can’t see ourselves in it.
What that’s look between your lines?
Is that defiance? Is that

The look of your departed
Ghost we never recognized?
Words are negotiations,

Only partly decided
By the people using them.