Dear Deleted User, You are clearly affected by your situation and our reaction here. Please take it less seriously, more as rebuttal to our own clobberings.

Yes, that's what I'm saying. But of course you insist on non-metaphorical "reality." Start chomping!

Out here in the land of fruit and nuts, we can read poetry every night of the week and usually have more than one from which get guff. Then we have the poetry workshops - more brutal still. And finally, the friendships with poets gone awry - that's the worst.

That's because you always insist that a poet begin with a clear objective and end by imparting that, and only that, objective into the reader. Could it be that a good poem like this one has no clearly defined meaning or several tinkered-with meanings and that a reader might find still others? Personally, I see 9-11 and a jet crashing into where I once had lunch on the 117th floor of the south tower.

The ending of life should not be BOREphyling, should it? Ending well should be the goal, the final splash, the burst of color before a productive leaf hands it over to the tree and goes down to become another part of the tree.

Chlorophyl? More like BOREophyl. That said, a pretty goo poeme.

PS-Brilliant.

Really? Are you saying you're REALLY "a lady I always see on the same bridge... She just peers off into the waters... homeless or just listless"? Or should I have made a clearer exception in my hat offer for people who think they're living in undergrad fiction-writing writing?

I've hardly ever made suggestions on your poems, except perhaps the suggestion that you 'stop writing incoherent drivel.' If you're suggesting you would remove your poems more into drivel if you stopped writing incoherent drivel, I'd like to see you try. If you mean you'll remove them more into drivel by adopting one of my many OBSERVATIONS, what the hell ever. Yours forever, zodiac

I suggest you start with the brim and chomp hard, because I am she. "She's got a day; she's got long hair, And a sparkle with a tint."