" Poems Who Want to Be "

in my mind right now today
there is a poem on its way
arriving in words of rhyming long lines
black and white and all different kinds
moving to me from the far green hill
early this morning when it was still still
coming and going like the blue sky breeze
slippery and shifty it began to tease
losing its grip on my mind with ease
doing nothing whatever to seize and please
evading me surely and quite purely
just plain squirmy brown squirrely
should I throw in the towel
in frustration howl
join the dead poets society
with no victory to see
my secret is still longevity
for poems who want to be