The word smith sits, smitten with
stories and tall tales and poetic justice
pen racing across lined paper
striving to capture meaning in secretive lines
and squiggles containing
strategically placed air holes though air is heavy
with heady concentration no
constipation of thought allowed just freeform
flowing creation.
Tuesday, October 5, 2021
Bounty of the Muse
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