Did you know? Cashew nuts grow on flowers,
and they grow one at a time.
Think of the distance between railway tracks:
this traces back to ancient Rome.
To know the true energy of the sun: imagine it
covered all over with postage stamps,
each square inch a bomb,
each exploding with power only comparable
to explosions in Hiroshima. Energy like that.
Think of this: how time once was unknowable
for being different to everyone, until trains began
and the post began arriving on time.
Did you know? Facts are enough to make a poem.
Where do poems grow? Do they come one at a time?
When did poems first set down their tracks?
What is the power of a poem? Does it explode?
Are poems different to everyone? Will we ever know?