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Tuesday, November 22, 2011

You Sit to Write



You keep books, know permanence,
Good grammar, logic, common sense.
As a broker, you gather chips,
And from the pieces, make your ships.

Then one day you sat to write,
And saw what backed those eyes.
It went through you, right then right there.
You got caught off guard, by the saddest stare.

She gives you peace?
Dances like Michael, paints,
Cooks, writes poetry, sometimes faints.
Maybe you two just aren't through,
Could she have a hold on you?

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