For me, poems are hard to come by. An inspiration comes sailing into my brain like a big bird. Like a big bird, it flies right out again. If I've captured a feather, I consider myself much improved. If I can manage to put down the thought, I can usually, over the next weeks fill in the blanks. The thing is like a lump of mud on a potter's wheel. Sometimes I can never shape anything of interest out of it. Once in a while it comes out looking pretty...
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