Tuesday, September 20, 2011

When a poem comes,
it comes on the crest
of a tall wave,
for which there are
two or three, sometimes
four, no more,
precise words.

If your words are
the right words,
the poem is yours
to make your own,
but if your words
are not precisely right,

the poem is gone
on the crest of the wave
it rode in on.

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