I tried but I cannot yet do what must be done

Write a simple sonnet the friendly man says

Begin right after I read you this one

Maybe I haven’t yet worked hard enough

He seems so sure I’ll find the flow

Write about flowers or write about the blues

Write fourteen lines about buying new red shoes

Write a simple sonnet the friendly man says

Soon as you do you’ll be slipping into some silver sonic address

Reciting Dante while riding a horse called Volta

Through some echoing ancient forest

Next to Prosodic Avenue

I’ll be waiting for you.