Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Why I Write, Part x+197: Skip

I skip over words like a kid over kerbs.
Poetry and sidewalks both have lines,
Which I will step right over,
If that's where I'm going.
Sometimes, I actually write what I meant.

It rarely if ever looks how I expect.

If my writing ever went the way I planned,
That would be an interesting day.
Probably a boring poem, though.

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