she stares out
the window
and sees
the sun. the trees.
a man walking
by. a horse
in a field.
she writes a poem.
she numbers
it after many
reworkings of lines
and words
then sets it
in a box, which
she slides
beneath her large
yellow bed.
tomorrow she'll
travel
into town
and write a poem
about that.
the window
and sees
the sun. the trees.
a man walking
by. a horse
in a field.
she writes a poem.
she numbers
it after many
reworkings of lines
and words
then sets it
in a box, which
she slides
beneath her large
yellow bed.
tomorrow she'll
travel
into town
and write a poem
about that.
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