Many an aspiring poet has sought
	That vital rousing of his mentor-Muse
	From the quixotic portraits clouds produce,
Fickle idiosyncrasies of thought.

Many more have earned fame and eminence
	By portraying the fickle forms of flames,
	The trembling sketches the rippling pond frames,
A thousand more images that fancy lends.

I too have my inspirational source,
	Though its images aren't so frivolous:
	Through my window I watch daily life's course,
And, from time to time, the normal lifeless

Montage disgorges something real, to force
Me to reconsider, and then confess.