I’ll be out and about when suddenly
a line will enter my mind and whisper
then a few moments later the second
line will arrive. By that time I’ve usually
ceased from the task at hand and I’m
getting them down before the third
and the forth enter. It’s then the process
slows to less spontaneous effort and
it’s when the word winds have settled
that the sonnet or even the second
couplet comes to fruition.
But I’m most grateful through the years
of being given this inner start.
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