Sometimes
one has to write several poems
before getting to that special place
in the mind and page
not everything is neat and tidy…
automatic
as with life
there are no givens...
guarantees
as in childhood
plowing through the fertile muck
sloppy as it can be
to get to that pot of gold
though first having to taste
bronze and silver
on the tip of tongue
Sometimes


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