Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

"Oh, gee whiz.  Not that again!"

"It's not a bad idea."

So after all the hoopla, there was an end to it all.  Nothing solved, no conclusions.  Just the two of them together still.

Mark became graphic and had to be put away.

Not to cause any trouble or grief, but….

When do you expect everything to be presentable?