Dear Visitor:
From his Deathbed this April, the late Ozark poet Demod Smith suffered the Breach of his final Haiku by a fictional drunk. The Drunk, a down-and-out Farmer, had Staggered into Demod’s description of a Shimmering Meadow and was about to walk roughshod over perfectly rendered Wildflowers when the Poet Put his Pen down. He thoughtfully sought Counsel from his Bosomy Bedside Nurse and then penned another Poem that began with her words:
“When a drunk enters a poem
best you can do
just edge him by the wildflowers
and let him pray as he will,”
