What do you do? You write poetry every
day anyway.
Don't feel bad about it. No one ever
has to see any of it
despite their greedy mind's innuendos
and the ghosts
this is all yours and every word is how
you want it stop-
ing in any way it pleases you to say it
doesn't go like
wearing a uniform and having to appease
an authority
even if you submit which you do all day
anyway bowing
to this god of order and that god of
despair and anger
vowing to break words like yours apart
before they join
you make them into verses and put them
into your
order because here where you are
creating is your poem
coming out of the chaos of morning just
to say hello
I brought you this spray of words from
the garden and in
a week they will all be forgotten and
how many left are
your days going to gather a gift like
this of your life?
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