At the end of the workshop will you emerge a poet?
at the end of the autumn will you find winter's snow?
perhaps you were always a poet but did you know it?
perhaps we are never quite knowing what we may know
the rower ensconsed in a boat is likely to row
the road is created by feet if feet may but go it
at the closing of summer perchance the volcano will blow
at the end of the workshop will you emerge a poet?
The redoubtable writer-and-humorist Vasudev Murthy posted what might (presumably) have been intended as a facetious, tongue-in-cheek advertisement for a poetry workshop in Bangalore in September. A short course description is followed by the line "At the end of the workshop you will emerge a poet." Such a bald statement seemed to invite some bit of riffing.