Ars Poetica
Each hard-won, necessary word glistens
on the page, trembles with hope
pretending to pray…
words, written on water, drift away.
A stranger calls you
out of the blue.
She has tracked you down
to thank you, sincerely, for writing that poem—
the one published in a glossy calendar—
it meant so much to her.
Your words have touched her heart.
Such a happy ending…
but tell us more,
when will you take us someplace new?
Tom Snyder: Collected Poems 