Growing the Poem
I actually did mow the lawn--a three-hour, mosquito-infested slog on Sunday afternoon. I am not yet rehydrated.
My new poem is growing in several directions. My process is somewhat like marlin fishing--I'm letting it run, letting the big fish take line off the reel. I can always cut a 200-line poem into a sonnet.* It's more difficult to grow a sonnet into a much longer poem.
There's an idea. As Steve Orlen once famously asked, "Does this poem need a fish in it?"**
* Or at least, into a 14-liner.
**Upon reflection, probably not.