Failed attempts at beautyor stating they are unique answers
to the particular questions.
How can I? How hard? And how to?
Emulate the look of elsewhere.
How? What now?
Grace in the form of front lawns,
all these arranged and glitteringbits of glass.
I am wrong.Connoisseurs prefer the sleek and strange,
not the reflective surface, the wood that reminds of woods.
What is the sum of 6 and 7:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.