More Advice To A Young Poet Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Perhaps you don't want me 
to know you're done.
Your thought's complete. 
Perhaps you don't want me to note 
an insert,  
clause, or 
series has begun, or
when a thing's possessed, or
strange,  
foresee omissions,  
'quotes' or 
something that's left out
- as in an after-thought,  
some (F.Y.I.) or
something emphasized.
We read without a hint.
I fear we often go awry.
A play is written 
for the eye and ear.
When reading one 
you search the text for clues.
Once poems were heard and seen,  
passed year to year. 
Please make me write your poem. 
Please be my muse.
Give me the signal 
when to pause or 
wait and breathe and think. 
Please, poet, punctuate.