All day I searched for a way in, a beginning. or a middle, a loose end... I could not find the shred of a poem in me today. Not a line, not an image. And now I am going to sleep because I have to be up very early in the morning.
Didn't want you to think I forgot. I just came up empty.
1 comment:
Cynthia,
Not empty. Ready.
Have fun,
Chris
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