My Best Poems Will Never Be Written Said Every Poet Always

Hummingbirds are aptly named;
And every other quenching phrase
Is born when I’m bent at the waist
Drying my hair.
By the time I clear a space,
And settle in to language paint,
I’m blank.

       Cafe; Lancaster, TN; Eclipse Day – August 21,2017


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