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Apr 2012
Just me,
no distractions.
I settle down to work.
A day reserved for poetry --
pure bliss.

I search
for convergence
of meaning and music.
The right word is somewhere nearby.
But where?

Just here --
almost at hand.
Will I reach out and net
the breathtaking flash of brilliance
today?
Written by
John R
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