Compose.Compose bedsof much-scribbled,eraser-rubbedlined notebook papermixed with soilin your spring garden,food for bulbs.Compostyour failed compositionsrather than rippingballingpitching themin the recycling bin.Let your discarded words,disheveledlike soiled linens,mulch your bedsand witness their blooming.Compose.
The first two lines of this poem are the first line of "Sacred Emily" by Getrude Stein. This is poem eight of 30 for National Poetry Month!