Sunday, April 7, 2019

April 7

Harder than I thought.




Sometimes
the words of a perfect poem
come into my brain
at inopportune moments

In the shower
washing the dishes
Scrubbing the floor
drifting off to sleep

Foolishly
I repeat the perfect couplet to myself
"Ah  I will remember it"
but when it comes to placing them
in the correct order on the keyboard
they become
alphabet soup

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