I knew the day would come
that I have to write a poem
about not being able to write a poem.
And here it is.
I'm stuck, wrung out,
plumb out of ideas.
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A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love. A poem, a picture, a rumination.
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