Uncle!!!

When will I be done?

When can I stop writing?
When it isn’t any fun

anymore, that’s when.
There’s nothing riding
on it, so I can be done

whenever. The sun
won’t stop shining
its loving-fun-

light on my friends
when my final sonnet
drops the scene,

iambics kissing the screen
like souls alighting
on another shore when I’m done

with today’s poem.
Any day is a good day
to quit fighting
and let words win.