Sunday, October 4, 2009

May 11, 2009

There are some nights
I must write a poem
before I lie down.

It doesn't need to
be an award winning poem,
not even a publishable poem.

It just needs to be a poem,
a small part of the contract
I signed up for
the first day I raised a pen.

And if it is good,
And if it is not,
No bother,
These things were never meant for the world anyway.

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