A Category 3 Poem

Most of his poems were categories three or four.
Anything less wasn’t worth the bother.
The fives were rare, the sixes, special, but sevens,
oh, they were something else entirely.
You can go your whole life without experiencing
a category seven poem. I mean, in person.
There’re books, websites, the odd greetings card
but nothing, nothing beats being there.
Like being born. Or giving birth.
One of them’s a seven for sure.

First published in Adelaide Literary Magazine, No. 80
(only available in print at the moment)