Poet Is
Not a Job
A poet is not a job.
There is no time to sob.
Oak acorn is not a tree
But autumn makes
All the leaves look like flowers
Because every season has powers.
Do I have a five-year plan?
I am learning to open a can.
I want to identify birds
By their songs,
Collect beautiful stones
That reminds me of oak acorns.
A poet is not a job.
I do not have time to sob.
Paper, ink, and ideas that pop up
Make a story come up.
This is the job to be about.
Tomshinsky@2026
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