How Not

Anne wrote a poem named, “How to Write.”
The poem said lots of things. Not how.
Don’t ask. You don’t have to. You know.

That was then. New York. Drugs, draft, war.
You might have been a kid. You might
Have been the gleam in no one’s eye.

Now is all just just now, a while back,
Or a long while. Anne’s poem still wears
Its just-now words. Has a long while.