Here, poet, take a first line.

Just know it’ll fold back in.
You’re here to weave words
like a basket, tight as you can. 
 
Just know it’ll fold back in, 
layers of dough and butter
like a basket, tight as you can.
It takes time, patience, practice.
 
Layers of dough and butter.
Poems can be delicate as croissants–
It takes time, patience, practice
to get some forms to do what you want. 
 
Even when on the side that reads,
you’re here to weave words.
Everyone crafts their own verse:
Here, poet, take a first line.