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Sometimes you have to walk away from the poem.
Or more precisely, sometimes
you have to walk away from the blank page
(or blank screen)
and call it a night.
The dog will still love you
whether you write anything or not.
He's been waiting patiently
for you to get up from the table,
call it a morning and
take him outside,
where the poem,
you realize once again,
has always been in progress.
.
.
.
.
.
Sometimes you have to walk away from the poem.
Or more precisely, sometimes
you have to walk away from the blank page
(or blank screen)
and call it a night.
The dog will still love you
whether you write anything or not.
He's been waiting patiently
for you to get up from the table,
call it a morning and
take him outside,
where the poem,
you realize once again,
has always been in progress.
.
.
.
At least your dog is non-judgmental. There's an outline that says "Syrup's Residue," the dog gives me a jaundiced eye, but since she wants her walk, she won't say anything out loud.
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