This is a poem about Pandas. It’s not jagged at the edges like most poems. We could do that. Those little cliffs are for emphasis. They’re a way to add punchlines to poetry.
Instead, we’re going to do it with periods. And sentence fragments. Lots and lots of fragments. We’ll do it with rhythm. Big words. Little words.
In and out. In and out.
Pandas and poetry have a lot in common. They’re black and white. They’re cute and dangerous. They hide in plain sight.
You have to be patient and present to see them in the wild. This doesn’t make sense. They should stand out like cartoons against a green bamboo forest.
But that’s the way it is.
Don’t worry. Once you find them, they’re not easy to lose. Your brain adjusts. This is good and this is bad. Find some and you’ll see.