It's time to write a poem
Don't know what about
First we need a subject
Nothing's coming out

The river isn't flowing
Nothing in the store
Read other people's poems
Pushing at the door

Raid the bank of memories
To supplement the day
Senses at the ready
Like a bird of prey

Then a spark, a glint, a flash
Clutch it with both fists
Take it home, examine it
Pull it all to bits