Poems are like that. Big tales
Are big bets on a slim
Chance for huge wins, at least
Huge in the bank, in fame
In your life. Poems are small
Bets, scratch-offs. Some of us
Who would not buy scratch-offs
In real, cash life write poems
And just poems. Why? Why not
Write great, long tales like most
Would-be big-break fools who
Write tend to try? The poems
Don’t know, no more than do
The scraps of scratch-offs dropped
In the trash. Loss gets lost.