that was one poet's key to his poetry
every thing he wrote about
in both his prose and poetry
from a red wheel barrow
and a chicken
to the stubborn child
with diphtheria
who resisted
his use of force and
the wooden tongue depressor
he wrote explicitly
with a poet's eye
of cluttered yards
and garage mechanics
and the gangbangers
on Guinea Hill
and life along
the Passaic River
-all the while he visited
and tended his patients
with a physician's loving care
Michael Pruchnicki
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-ideas-except-in-things/
