There's a Green Crate

This was written many years ago. I was sitting in the smoke pit on a work break and one of my co-workers was trying to tell me how difficult it is to write poetry. I disagreed and challenged him to give me a subject. There was one green crate back there, and this poem was born out of that moment. This poem was published in my chapbook 'A Kootenay Flower in Foreign Soil'. Enjoy!