I don’t write Sonnets,
  or Limerick verse

I don’t write Haiku,
  though often terse

I don’t write Ballads,
  or Horacian Odes

I don’t write Parables,
  to self-implode

But I do write in Rhythm,
  and often in Rhyme

With meaning that’s buried,
  and metered in time

All verbal indenture,
  I must disavow

For the meaning to rise,
  —when the fates allow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)