Poems that may cause danger to the speaker because of the danger they warn. Poems that stand like the lake you summered at as a child, which may change as your many years progress, but to which you will return, seeing more each decade. Poems that you can pass to children like the one expensive watch you ever bought, or which you were given when you grandfather left. Poems which are free and have high value. And because they are free poems, choose themselves who will be their readers as one may choose a spouse, or choose a park.
Pricing selects the demographics.
Poems you can also pay for if you want them, or walk into the library or borrow a friends book, or read in yesterdays newspaper or hear from someone else, or listen to on the radio, or watch on television, or watch as the sun comes up above the pond and the trees just beginning to grow their leaves glow with gold that is also free. Poems that dance with you, measure with you, count with you, hope with you, cry with you, detect with you, cut with you, glue back together with you, reproduce with you, subtract with you, divide with you. Poems that shake the wooden table, shake the plaster walls, shake the solid soil when spoken, or just seen, or just remembered, like the aftershock of earth quakes Poems that by shadow will be seen, poems spoken so that we will not even know from whence they came, or that they are poems. Poems that were the slight change in a path so many years ago so that today we only really know where we are. Poems that like their author are responsible for the motions and the choices and acknowledge them or not make a change in a world culture that is good somehow.