Dear Nat,
Yesterday I was out of town
that gave me a chance
not to weary you down
but master poet as you so well know
business when pressing won't let poetry go
even when I go out of station
they won’t free me my ****** creations
small sights I see small sounds I hear
brings out a poem to tire my reader
by all the adornments showered on me
you put me in a place I don’t deserve to be
but I do need to pause lest I forget
from my prolific taxation eyes need rest
for words when they pour endlessly run
might make them seem no more such fun
so there should be breaks some needed cessation
to save along with me reading eyes’ exhaustion
but know poet I can still survive by one occupation
reading your poems from that won’t take vacation.