One day I was taking a walk in Seattle, and I crossed a bridge. On the far side of the bridge a man had set up a small, impromptu fruit stand where he was selling bananas. Bananas happen to be a personal favorite, and I eat one almost every day. I bought some bananas from the man, peeled one, and started eating it. That’s when an idea occurred to me, one that had never occurred to me before. The letter B at the beginning of the word bridge and the letter B at the beginning of the word banana blended together in my brain. I started thinking about building a bridge out of bananas. This is interesting! I thought. Now, I know that I’m not actually going to build a bridge out of bananas, but I see no reason why I can’t write a poem about building a bridge out of bananas. I mean, after all, a bridge built out of bananas wouldn’t work in the real world, but it could certainly work as the subject of a poem. So I took out my notebook, made a few notes, and then began working on the poem.
