friend of mind

lawyer of ideas--arguing only for exploration and discovery

physician of opinions--scalpeling prejudices, judgments, and actions

sculptor of hypotheses, theories, and concepts--molding eternal truths

composer of harmony--synthesizing curiosity, knowledge, and wisdom

friend of mine

The poet within me began to die under the elementary strains of
     "I've Never Seen a Purple Cow,"
           "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,"
               and "Crossing the Bar."

The secondary inoculation of
     "Ode on a Grecian Urn,"
          "I Heard a Fly Buzz When I Died,"
             and "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed"
                 offered no cure.

The emergency room treatment with
     "The Wasteland,"
          "Death, Be Not Proud,"
               and "The Miller's Tale"
                   gave no better prognosis.

I flatlined as the CPR of
     "The Red Wheel Barrow,"
          "anybody lived in a pretty how-town,"
               and "We Real Cool"
                    was frantically administered.

During my first semester of college
     I was pronounced dead by my English teacher.
          The cause of death on the certificate read

                    Suffocation

                                  By

                                             Interpretation!!!

                                                            Jenna Wright