Poetry is staring at me
With a hammer in her hand
And a box of nails by her side

She wants to get on
Decorating the blank page
With my words

I stare back at poetry
With a corny smile
Like daydreaming of a summer long gone

She can’t help but
Postpone the labor
Of ornamentation

She places down the hammer
Beside the box of nails
And kisses me