somehow has learned to make the
standardized 24 hour clock,
extend to 36,
in paradiso Hawaii,
who would not extend the day?
for his love of poetry,
his adoration of the muses,
is so little constrained by human hours
defined, his internal clock amended,
between reading near to nearly,
each gets a reading, all poems
that land here, in his hands,
safe harboring
an unappointed
referee,
a judicial soul,
who manages in between tasks
to write poetry incroyable,
even exceptional, without exception