For Myra Fairchild
She writes in a disorganized way–
not like it is work–but only play.
Sometimes it seems quite disconnected
like random thoughts have been selected.
But i find something beneath it all–
a little syntax–but it is small.
Such freedom shows a lack of restraint
i might criticize but i cain’t.
If you can unfetter yourself
and read like a carefree little elf
her meanings will likely come through
which is what poetry ought to do.
So thank you for your little book
where we may find syntax–if we look.

Walt Abbott–7-31-08