This poem is really talking to me and makes me laugh. I live on the 4th floor of an apt building and keep plants in the communal hallway a few steps below because there is a huge skylight there and the plants love it. They grow like crazy. Sometimes I think that I should sit there next to a pot and see what happens to me. Maybe something magic. I often water these plants in my pyjama pants when no one is watching and once my big toe got caught in the pant leg. I nearly went down tumbling but managed to catch the rail by letting go of the water jug. Now I often imagine how it would be if I went down rolling with the jug. In my mind I practice how to grab that rail in different ways depending on what I am carrying.
I'm pretty sure I've read somewhere (an interview? a poem?) from later years, that he even used to keep a dictionary on his desk for the use of strange and unusual words now and then. Anybody remember where's that from?drop fancy words