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sometimes the words escape me
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waiting
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11.18.2025
stands aside
The poet stands aside: Someone standing in the shadow of the doorway, waiting for hours for who knows what.
9.19.2025
what wells up
Too often writing a poem on a whim rather than waiting for the utterance to well up from within.
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