poet, don’t explain your poem to me
you’re ruining it for everyone
just as there are many interpretations of
the moon, as it is with the sun

let the reader enjoy your words
let them see it with their eyes
don’t explain, don’t say anymore
lest we see you through your thin disguise

a poem is like a dandelion seed head
blown into a thousand unknown directions
so many ways to see one’s truth
for there’s no fixed interpretation

so no matter what you wrote it for
let the reader decide
whatever they see through their own eyes
is how your poem in them shall reside

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