that was one poet's key to his poetry <br /> <br />every thing he wrote about <br />in both his prose and poetry <br />from a red wheel barrow <br />and a chicken <br />to the stubborn child <br />with diphtheria <br />who resisted <br />his use of force and <br />the wooden tongue depressor <br /> <br />he wrote explicitly <br />with a poet's eye <br />of cluttered yards <br />and garage mechanics <br />and the gangbangers <br />on Guinea Hill <br />and life along <br />the Passaic River <br />-all the while he visited <br />and tended his patients <br />with a physician's loving care<br /><br />Michael Pruchnicki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-ideas-except-in-things/
