What can happen
as I show you my works,
all or few at a time,
which in their variform
base of qualification
sometimes actually rhyme?

How will they live
set tenuously afloat
on massive rivers
of published poetastery,
taking my little paper boat
to what terrifying destination?

Hoping then
some gentler friend
will spy my newborn craft,
I name her Syllabic Dare
to tack round Art's insular bend
in prosody of multiple draft
we signal those who really care
what readers comprehend.

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John Talbot Ross