I think I compose my best poems
when I am n@ked - alone -
and standing under
running water...
I feel the warmth
trickle slowly down
and watch the dirt disappear
down the drain...
Then when I get out of the shower
and try to recall -
the words fudge - fade -
and fall into the vacuum...
Until I learn how to write
under water -
I guess my best poem
will never be read...
Joy Weare,
19th November, 2009.
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