I was just wondering , tell me the truth,
if you were not a poet might you still love
as deep?
If you did not feel the words sworn by
Dylan Thomas , or slobber when
E. E. Cummings comes  (hey)
or wonder how Emily kept all those
words in her breast all those years-
might you just be another drone gathering
real estate or gold?
I ask you now, might
you have been happier then ,
with a Mercedes Benz, as Janis,
tongue in cheek, asked God for?
and not feel just a little bit for Woodstock playing
memories on Youtube at six in the morning
drinking your last beer?