Poem originally written for my Creative Writing class in November 2010.

(FYI – a Concrete poem looks like the object it talks about)

Open. Close.
Both as easy
to do
when you have
just one thing.
The
secret.
The
answer
to the
question
asked
by all.
An object.
A common
expression.
Ah, Eureka.
I have it. I know what
must                       be and
what                         I must
Do.                           I know
it all                          now.
I have       the answer.
I have it, the key