I'm eating sandwiches, cat on my lap,
responding shamefully late to messages,
the itch to write poems finally fading
with the light in the landscape,
soft summer evening silencing
the fast flowing waters of the spring
that gushed forth poem after poem.
Perhaps one left, or two, perhaps
none, these best parts of me, words.
06.06.2024
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