And jeer at the others, all the others

You send me your poems,
I'll send you mine.

Things tend to awaken
even through random communication.

Let us suddenly
proclaim spring. And jeer

at the others,
all the others.

I will send a picture too
if you will send me one of you.

[Robert Creeley {1926-2005} 'The Conspiracy', from Selected Poems, 1945-2005]