Instructions On The Kind Of Poetry I Have... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is no mystery here
i do not want any kind of imitation
to elevate this self,
it will simply be an open garden
that part with flowers
this part with nothing but stones.

you see what you see
except those buried underneath which
is not of my own making.

you do not have to ask me what this
means or that,
there is nothing to interpret
it it is a stone then it is a stone
if you see a butterfly then it is
and nothing else.

i do not want you to see anything
else beyond what is seen,
if there be something else beyond it
it is your alone, just like the way
i also keep mine.