scratchmarks on the page,


play



around with layout
it all looks nice but still i can’t think.

what can i write about?


something inspiring, sure—

but what?
some birds?
a tree?
a stone?
or perhaps a man walking on the street

quietly, alone


dancers leaping like gazelles,
graceful in the air
children running through the fields
without a single care


like a stream in the depths of the forest,

i wish the words would flow
if only i could find a muse
to let the process go


two roads diverged in a wood—delightful,

i, too, hear america sing
but i have zilch

to write about
i am no e.e. cummings


i’ll have to come back later,
who am i trying to kid?
i simply cannot write a poem!

oh wait,


i guess i did.