Without warning, a good poem dropped on the internet. It was right there to read for free. Rumors of this happening had been going around the internet for years: a good poem would simply show up, sans credentials, and no one would be able to prevent this from happening. Language poets and the Modern Language Association and distinguished academic publishers remained silent on whether the poem could be good if such a thing were to happen. "Professors need to eat" was overheard in New York City, a towering metropolis, but reaction was generally muted. The swamp contained a river meandering. The froth on the beer died. I spoke into the microphone very fast. A rumor had it that Rosalinda cried.