The heart of poetry is in the universality of its imagery. We understand, now, that a globalized world means that culture will eventually become homogenized. (If you don't believe this, get lost in 9GAG or reddit for a few hours) Because of this, the only truly successful poetry will be written by those who are willing to dig deeper into the core of their conceits.
A fox ran through a
Meadow—his coat
And face aglow—
Chasing riches I could not see—
Perhaps could never know—
Yet well do I recognize
The joy in his toothy smile—
A feeling like seeing you again
When it has been awhile—
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